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

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

2: Reeks]
It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the
Breathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off feet
I'm Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' tech
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's Mitchell and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, still on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the
I play the block, in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie the pharmacy, get it correct

[Chorus: Kim]

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

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

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, the name I earned in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin' the
Melt my pen, I have slugs meltin' your
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, eight in your grave
'Cause niggas they hard, but they softer than bread
When shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The step is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your head 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 demand
And if I put you in the body bag, man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' the game in a mess (Beehive)

[Verse 5:
It's Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around with two tucked in my sweats
A pump in and a nine under the seat
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 have to reach for the
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how all hit your head
I'm that slim kid they say is probably hot
She only with me of what she think I probably got
Am I gon' be her for long, probably not
Unless cute and suck a dick like a lollipop
Niggas talk guns and they just bust caps
Niggas talk ki's whey they just flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you gimmie
'Cause you know bullets fly in like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Now putcha hands around your and holler out
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