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Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Aiyyo, Tim man, the jump off right here, man
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, it's Queen Bee,
It's the off, come on

I been gone for a minute, now I'm back at the off
Goons in the club in case somethin' off
And up before the hive, let the pump off
In the graveyard is you get dumped off

All we wanna do is
And buy at the bar Bacardi
Black dressed in Bulgari
I'm to leave in somebody's Ferrari

Spread love, that's what a mob do
Keep it gangsta, look out for her,
I'm the wicked of the east, you better keep the peace, aiyyo
Or out come the

We the best still there's for improvement
Our presence is felt like a Black Panther
Seven quarter to eights, back to back 'em
And I'm sittin' on chrome, seven times

This is for my
the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, twenty inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your up

And good
coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood, fly
And if your ballin', let me hear you say

Lil' Kim and Timbaland, niggas, shit, ya drawers
Special delivery for you and
I rep for bitches, he rep for
If you rep for your hood then make noise

I got my eye on the guy in the coat
Don't he know Bee got the ill deep throat?
Uh, let me you what I'm all about
How I a Sprite can disappear in my mouth

Shake up the dice, down your ice
Bet it all playa, the price
Money a thing, throw it out like rice
Been around the world, cop the same thing

Rub on my tits, on my ass
Gimme some, on the gas
Pop the and roll up the hash
You know what we about, sex, drugs and

is for my peeps
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the
Escalades, three inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, your bread up

And good
East coast, West coast,
All my playas in the hood, fly
And if ballin', let me hear you say right

Enter the of the Playboy, pin up girl
Buttnaked, dressed in nothin' but
You wanna meet me 'cause ya I'm freaky
And ya wanna eat me 'cause ya say I'm

Got a man in Japan and a in Tahiti
me, sweety, I got enough to feed the needy
No to be greedy, I got mad friends that's pretty
Chicks by the and all different flavors

Mafioso, how this thing go
Now everybody come get with the
your body, body, move your body, body
On the dance floor, don't hurt body

I'm the one put the Range in the Rover
When I'm steppin' out the Range, yo it's
Comin' in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We do this just like Big Poppa was here

This is for my
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the
Escalades, three inch rims
out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up

And good
coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood, fly
And if your ballin', let me hear you say

Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your up
and worldwide and stay fly nigga, yeah, man
Right, right, right, right, Bee, LB

Two thousand and fuckin' three, why not? We it hot
Come to know the spot, on, aiyyo
She back at it, why wouldn't she be? on, yeah
B.I.G., Tah, yeah, yeah, yeah, L's, light 'em, oh