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

[Verse" 1 Lil'
Ms. White, that bitch a thousand looks
Come through with a thousand
I just know it takes to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear Pablo
niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well dance, you lames are finished
I serve all ya'll like 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
assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, 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
Don't ever, ever, ever, underestimate
Kim the postergirl at 718
Ride outta town my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, in eights the size of plates
You bitches been through shit, you just minors
you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina
It's the dick licker, it's the baby
Ain't a bitch alive can 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 nothin' but
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' beats
You in the wrong department, the upperclass section
You hoes is to irritate me like a yeast infection
Good heavens, get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The boss lady, I it down for my badies
Rappers better run and 'cause here comes the Beehive

2: Reeks]
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 sticky in Brazil with the Hummer
If you and I'm grippin' this tech
Then 32 shots, our throwback's like 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 play the block, fifth in my sweats, my set
It's from the pharmacy, get it correct

[Chorus: Kim]

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

Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Now hands around your mouth and holler out
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3: Bunky S.A.]
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't
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' flower for
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a haze on my
I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm 'em out
I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the
Any rap shit I ever on, to hot to handle
And my rims than lower Manhattan manholes
Listen up for tan rover
Stash box hold like Afgan soldiers
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you
Queen Bee and Kids, muthafuck all ya'll

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the I earned in the streets
'Cause my so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, helpin' you swim
And you better a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or my bullets like e-mail, packin' your waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas
And it could be of ya'll, puttin' eight in your grave
niggas think 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 fuckin' head off and have Kim auction your (Beehive)
See the kid rap for love, I rap for cheques
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' leave the game in a (Beehive)

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

Now hands around your mouth and holler out
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