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Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Aiyyo, Tim man, this the jump off here, man
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, it's Bee, nigga
the jump off, come on

I gone for a minute, now I'm back at the jump off
Goons in the club in somethin' jumps off
And back up the hive, let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get off

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

love, that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta, out for her, people
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better the peace, aiyyo
Or out the beast

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

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

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

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 then 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 what I'm all
How I make a can disappear in my mouth

up the dice, throw down 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 and roll up the hash
You what we about, sex, drugs and cash

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

And live
East coast, West coast,
All my in the hood, stay fly
And if your ballin', let me hear you say

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

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

Mafioso, that's how thing go
Now come get with the lingo
your body, body, move your body, body
On the dance floor, don't hurt nobody

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

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

And live
East coast, West coast,
All my in the hood, stay fly
And if your ballin', let me you say right

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

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