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

[Verse" 1 Lil'
Ms. White, that with a thousand looks
through with a thousand crooks
I just what it takes to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like
Ya'll niggas I won't jump in the heap
Well let's dance, you are finished
I all ya'll cowards 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 know what it's
Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to you out
I got thugs in the east, in the south
That'll stick the aisly and whip piss in your mouth
I kept 'em on a leash and now it's to let 'em out
pray to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever
Lil' Kim the at 718
outta town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, in eights the size of plates
You bitches been through shit, you just minors
What you about stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina
It's the licker, it's the baby sipper
Ain't a alive can make a nigga 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 wrong department, the upperclass section
You hoes is startin' to irritate me like a yeast
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 hide 'cause here the Beehive

2: Reeks]
It's boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
Breathin' dro colored Benz's dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the
Nigga jump off, then get off your feet
I'm Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil the Hummer
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 twist to the
I play the block, in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it

[Chorus: Lil'

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

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch the Stuy
Now putcha hands around your mouth and 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 ain't a cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck project, your building got flowers in front
Every chick I roll with, OZ in the
I was OT in Mass, pushin' for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a on my blunt
I a hundred and fifty bars when 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 I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower manholes
Listen up for tan rover
Stash box hold guns Afgan soldiers
Wanna murda 16, 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 earned in the
my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I have slugs meltin' chin
When I throw you over the bridge, helpin' you swim
And you better wear a metal hat when you on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, packin' waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas
And it could be of ya'll, puttin' eight in your grave
'Cause think they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up
The step is to off you, dead
I'ma cut fuckin' head off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive)
See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for
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:
young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around two 38's tucked 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 for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl
put red dots on your face like freckles
Don't make me to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was rain how they all hit your head
I'm that kid that they say is probably hot
She only me 'cause of what she think I probably got
Am I gon' be her for long, probably not
you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipop
Niggas talk about guns and they just bust
Niggas talk ki's whey they just flip packs
it come to my money, suggest you gimmie that
'Cause you know fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Now putcha hands your mouth and holler out
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