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

[Verse" 1 Kim]
Ms. White, that bitch a thousand looks
through with a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get this money Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear Pablo
Ya'll niggas think I won't jump in the
Well 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 ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, in the south
That'll with the aisly and whip piss in your mouth
I kept 'em on a leash and now time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, underestimate
Lil' Kim the at 718
Ride outta with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, chopped in the size of plates
You bitches ain't been through shit, you just
What you know about stuffin' a bricks in your vagina
It's the dick licker, it's the sipper
Ain't a alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get than a shower cap
Got my mans like a Jansport napsack
And Queen Bee gon' bring you but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for these beats
You in the wrong department, this the upperclass
You hoes is startin' to me like a yeast infection
heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The lady, I hold it down for my badies
better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive

[Verse 2:
It's boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off feet
I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the
If you spittin' and I'm this tech
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's like and Ness
Man, I'm a nigga, still piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my a little twist to the left
I play the block, in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's from the pharmacy, get it correct

Lil' Kim]

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Fuckin',
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch the Stuy
Fuckin' with the bitch

Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Now putcha hands around your and holler out
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3: Bunky S.A.]
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns warm
niggas close to death with my house slippers on
You a thug cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck your project, building got flowers in front
Every chick I roll with, OZ in the
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for
Sprinklin' gun powder, 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 blades stuck in my
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' right on the couch
Any rap shit I barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger lower Manhattan manholes
Listen up for 2003 tan
Stash box hold guns like soldiers
Wanna 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Kids, muthafuck all ya'll

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I earned in the
'Cause my so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I have slugs meltin' chin
When I throw you over the bridge, they helpin' you
And you better wear a metal hat you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, packin' your
Or snatch your face off I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in your
'Cause niggas they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you,
I'ma cut your fuckin' head off and Kim auction your head (Beehive)
See the kid rap for love, I rap for cheques
Even if I know you, I respect
And if I put you in the body bag, man is next
The Advakid and Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (Beehive)

[Verse 5:
It's young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to
I around with two 38's tucked in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a nine under the
Enough ammo to blow the earth from your feet (Beehive)
And we got cake for killas like Hyde and
Snippers put red dots on your face freckles
Don't make me have to for the lead
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your
I'm that slim kid that they say is hot
She with me 'cause of what 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 they just bust
talk aboit ki's whey they just flip packs
When it to my money, suggest you gimmie that
'Cause you know bullets fly in pairs like Pab
(Beehive)

Now putcha hands around your and holler out
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