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Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Aiyyo, Tim man, this the jump off 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 at the jump off
in the club in case somethin' jumps off
And back up before the hive, let the off
In the graveyard is where you get off

All we do is party
And buy everybody at the bar
Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin' to in somebody's Ferrari

Spread love, what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta, look out for her,
I'm the bitch 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 movement
Seven quarter to eights, back to with 'em
And I'm sittin' on chrome, seven platinum

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 in the hood, stay fly
And if your ballin', let me you say right

It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland, niggas, shit, ya
Special for you and yours
I rep for bitches, he rep for
If you rep for your hood make some noise

I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich
Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill throat?
Uh, let me show you I'm all about
How I make a Sprite can in my mouth

Shake up the dice, throw your ice
Bet it all playa, fuck the
Money ain't a thing, throw it out like
Been around the world, cop the same thing

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

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

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

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

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

Mafioso, how this thing go
Now everybody get with the lingo
Shake your body, body, move body, body
On the dance floor, hurt nobody body

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

This is for my
the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, three inch rims
Jumpin' out the with the Tims, keep 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

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

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