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

[Verse" 1 Lil'
Ms. White, that bitch with a looks
Come through a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get this like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like
Ya'll niggas think I won't jump in the
Well let's dance, you are finished
I all ya'll cowards like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of this and I'll you the business
You see the yellow and black, you know it's about
assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick with the and whip piss in your mouth
I 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out
Better to Jehovah, the game is over
ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
Lil' Kim the at 718
Ride town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, chopped in the size of plates
You bitches ain't been through shit, you just
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 gon' bring you but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' these
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 hold it down for my
Rappers better run and hide 'cause here comes the

[Verse 2:
your 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 off, then get pumped off your feet
I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' tech
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's like and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, still piss on the
And keep the brim on my fitted a little to the left
I the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it

[Chorus: Lil'

The
Fuckin',
Fuckin' 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, it's S to the A, and my guns ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death with my slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a to front
Fuck your project, your got flowers in front
Every I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a haze on my
I spit a and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out
'Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the
Any rap I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims than lower Manhattan manholes
Listen up for 2003 tan
Stash box hold guns like Afgan
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, all ya'll

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I in the streets
my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I slugs meltin' your chin
When I you over the bridge, they helpin' 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 I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in grave
'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than
When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up
The next is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim your 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, man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the in a mess (Beehive)

[Verse 5:
It's 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
ammo 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 the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head
I'm slim 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 dick like a
Niggas talk about guns and just bust caps
talk aboit ki's whey they just flip packs
When it to my money, suggest you gimmie that
you know bullets fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Now putcha hands around your mouth and out
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