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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 jump off, on

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland, niggas, shit, ya
delivery for you and yours
I rep for bitches, he rep for
If you rep for your hood then 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 Sprite can in my mouth

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

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

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

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

the world of the Playboy, pin up girl
Buttnaked, dressed in 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 and a dude in Tahiti
Believe me, sweety, I got enough to feed the
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
Shake your body, body, move body, body
On the dance floor, don't hurt body

I'm the one that put the Range in the
When I'm steppin' out the Range, yo over
through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do this like Big Poppa was here

is for my peeps
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the
Escalades, twenty three inch
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, your 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 bread up
Yeah and worldwide and fly nigga, yeah, man
Right, right, right, right, Bee, LB

Two thousand and three, why not? We makin' it hot
Come to the spot, come 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