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

[Verse" 1 Lil'
Ms. White, that with a thousand looks
Come through with a crooks
I know what it takes to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, like Pablo
Ya'll niggas think I won't in the heap
Well dance, you lames are finished
I serve all ya'll like a game of tennis
Act you want some of this and I'll give you the business
You see the yellow and black, you know it's about
Wrinkled assed niggas ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, in the south
That'll stick with the and whip piss in your mouth
I kept 'em on a and now it's time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the game is
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 been through shit, you just
What you know about half a bricks in your vagina
the dick licker, it's the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum
Baby girl's pussy get wetter than a cap
Got my mans like a Jansport napsack
And Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' these
You in the wrong department, this the upperclass
You hoes is startin' to irritate me like a yeast
Good heavens, somebody get the 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The boss lady, I hold it 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 with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your
I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this
Then that's 32 shots, our like Mitchell and Ness
Man, I'm a nigga, still piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a little to the left
I play the block, in my sweats, reppin' my set
Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct

[Chorus: Lil'

The
Fuckin',
Fuckin' with the Teflon from the Stuy
Fuckin' the Tef-Teflon 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
Beatin' niggas close to death with my house on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a to front
Fuck your project, building got flowers in front
chick I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, flower for months
gun powder, oughta 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
a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the couch
Any rap shit I barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims than lower Manhattan manholes
Listen up for tan rover
Stash box hold guns like soldiers
Wanna 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all

[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 the bridge, they helpin' you swim
And you better wear a metal hat when you on stage
Or have my bullets e-mail, packin' your waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas
And it be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in your grave
'Cause niggas think hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be 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, your man is
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a (Beehive)

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

Now putcha hands around your and holler out
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