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Fuckin',
Fuckin',
Fuckin',
Fuckin' with the Teflon from the Stuy

[Verse" 1 Kim]
Ms. White, that bitch with a looks
Come with a thousand crooks
I just what it takes to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, like Pablo
Ya'll niggas think I jump in the heap
let's dance, you lames are finished
I serve all ya'll like a game of tennis
Act like you some of this and I'll give you the business
You see the yellow and black, you know what it's
Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to you out
I got in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick with the aisly and whip piss in mouth
I kept 'em on a and now it's time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the game is
Don't ever, ever, ever, underestimate
Lil' Kim the at 718
Ride outta town with my nigga, his weight
After cooked, chopped in eights the size of plates
You bitches ain't been through shit, you minors
you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina
It's the dick licker, the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch alive can make a cum quicker
Baby pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a napsack
And Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' beats
You in the wrong department, this the section
You is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection
Good heavens, somebody get the 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The boss lady, I hold it down for my
Rappers better run and hide 'cause comes the Beehive

[Verse 2:
It's your boy, Money Cash, I get in the streets
Breathin' dro Benz's with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the
Nigga off, then get pumped off your feet
I'm like Rostein, low key and with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in with the Hummer
If you and I'm grippin' this tech
Then that's 32 shots, our like Mitchell and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, piss on the steps
And keep the on my fitted a little twist to the left
I the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie the pharmacy, get it correct

[Chorus: Lil'

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Fuckin',
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the
Fuckin' the Tef-Teflon bitch

Fuckin' with the Teflon from the Stuy
Now hands around your mouth and holler out
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[Verse 3: S.A.]
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns warm
Beatin' niggas close to death my house slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a coward to
Fuck your project, your building got in front
Every I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' for months
gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty bars I'm blazin' 'em out
'Cause I can do that with razor stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm shorty right on the couch
Any rap shit I barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger lower Manhattan manholes
up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold guns like soldiers
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, all ya'll

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, the name I earned in the streets
'Cause my so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I have slugs meltin' your
When I throw you the bridge, they helpin' you swim
And you better wear a metal hat when you on stage
Or have my bullets e-mail, packin' your waves
Or snatch your off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' in your grave
'Cause niggas think hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit throat, you be coughin' up lead
The step is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive)
See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for
Even if I know you, I respect
And if I put you in the body bag, man is next
The and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (Beehive)

[Verse 5:
It's young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to
I ride with two 38's tucked in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a nine under the
Enough ammo to blow the earth from under feet (Beehive)
And we got for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl
put red dots on your face like freckles
Don't make me to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was rain how they all hit your head
I'm that slim kid they say is probably hot
She only with me 'cause of she think I probably got
Am I gon' be with her for long, not
Unless you're and suck a dick like a lollipop
Niggas talk about guns and just bust caps
Niggas talk aboit ki's whey they flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you that
'Cause you know bullets fly in like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Now putcha hands around your and holler out
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