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

[Verse" 1 Lil'
Ms. White, that bitch with a thousand
Come through with a crooks
I just know what it takes to get this like Blow
a body, get a face lift, disappear like Pablo
Ya'll niggas I won't jump in the heap
Well dance, you lames are finished
I serve all ya'll cowards a game of tennis
Act like you want of this and I'll give you the business
You see the yellow and black, you what it's about
Wrinkled assed gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, in the south
stick with the aisly and whip piss in your mouth
I 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, underestimate
Kim the postergirl at 718
Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his
After it's cooked, chopped in eights the size of
You bitches ain't through shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' half a in your vagina
It's the dick licker, the baby sipper
a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a napsack
And Queen Bee gon' you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' beats
You in the wrong department, this the upperclass
You hoes is startin' to irritate me 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
Rappers better run and hide 'cause here the Beehive

2: Reeks]
It's boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
Breathin' dro Benz's with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get off your feet
I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with
I'm tryna sticky in Brazil with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's Mitchell 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 the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie the pharmacy, get it correct

Lil' Kim]

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

Fuckin' with the bitch from the Stuy
Now putcha hands around your mouth and out
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[Verse 3: S.A.]
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns warm
Beatin' close to death with my house slippers on
You a thug cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck your project, your building got in front
Every chick I roll with, OZ in the
I was OT in Mass, pushin' for months
gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty when I'm blazin' 'em out
'Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my
Forget a hotel, I'm shorty right on the couch
Any rap I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan
Listen up for 2003 tan
Stash box guns like Afgan soldiers
murda 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 bars so hot, it be the beats
Melt my pen, I have slugs your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, they you swim
And you better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on
Or have my bullets like e-mail, your waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in grave
'Cause niggas they hard, but they softer than bread
them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you,
I'ma cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim auction head (Beehive)
See the kid rap for love, I rap for cheques
Even if I you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the body bag, your man is
The Advakid and Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (Beehive)

[Verse 5:
young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride with two 38's tucked in my sweats
A in trunk and a nine under the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth from under your (Beehive)
And we got cake for killas like 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 drops how they all hit head
I'm that slim kid they say is probably hot
She only with me 'cause of what she I probably got
Am I gon' be with her for long, not
you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipop
Niggas talk guns and they just bust caps
Niggas talk aboit ki's whey just flip packs
When it to my money, suggest you gimmie that
'Cause you bullets fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Now putcha around your mouth and holler out
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