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Fuckin',
Fuckin',
Fuckin',
Fuckin' 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 this money Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like
niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well dance, you lames are finished
I serve all cowards like a game of tennis
Act like you some of this and I'll give you the business
You see the yellow and black, you what it's about
Wrinkled niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, thugs in the
That'll stick with the aisly and whip piss in your
I kept 'em on a and now it's time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the is over
ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
Lil' Kim the at 718
Ride outta with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, in eights the size of plates
You bitches ain't been shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' half a bricks in vagina
It's the dick licker, the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum
Baby pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a napsack
And Queen Bee gon' bring you nothin' but
Homicide is lookin' for me for these beats
You in the department, this 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 run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive

[Verse 2:
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, the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get off your feet
I'm Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' tech
that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, piss on the steps
And the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left
I play the block, in my sweats, reppin' my set
Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct

[Chorus: Lil'

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

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch the Stuy
Now putcha hands around your mouth and out
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[Verse 3: S.A.]
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't
niggas close to death with my house 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, flower for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, put a haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty bars I'm blazin' 'em out
I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' right on the couch
Any rap I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my bigger than lower Manhattan manholes
Listen up for tan rover
box hold guns like Afgan soldiers
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 I earned in the streets
'Cause my so hot, it be burnin' the beats
my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you the bridge, they 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 Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in your
'Cause niggas think they hard, but softer than bread
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 auction head (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, your man is
The Advakid and Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (Beehive)

[Verse 5:
It's Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around two 38's tucked in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a under the seat
Enough to blow the earth from under your feet (Beehive)
And we got cake for killas 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 with me 'cause of what she I probably got
Am I be with her for long, probably not
Unless you're cute and a dick like a lollipop
Niggas talk guns and they just bust caps
Niggas talk aboit whey they just flip packs
When it come to my money, you gimmie that
you know bullets fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Now putcha hands around mouth and holler out
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