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

[Verse" 1 Kim]
Ms. White, that bitch with a thousand
through with a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get 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 cowards like a game of
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 assed niggas gets ironed, to you out
I got in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick with the aisly and piss in your mouth
I kept 'em on a and now it's time to let 'em out
Better to Jehovah, the game 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, chopped in eights the size of
You bitches ain't through shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' a bricks in your vagina
It's the dick licker, it's the sipper
Ain't a bitch alive can make a cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get than a shower cap
Got my mans back a Jansport napsack
And Queen Bee bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' beats
You in the department, this the upperclass 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 it down for my badies
Rappers better run and hide here comes the Beehive

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

[Chorus: Lil'

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

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch 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 ain't warm
niggas close to death with my house slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a to front
your project, your building got flowers in front
Every chick I 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 when I'm '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 I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan
Listen up for 2003 tan
Stash box hold guns Afgan soldiers
Wanna 16, well we the niggas you call
Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I 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, helpin' you swim
And you better a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, packin' waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, eight in your grave
'Cause niggas think they hard, but they than bread
When them 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 your (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 bag, your man is next
The and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (Beehive)

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

Now putcha around your mouth and holler out
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