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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 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 you get dumped off

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

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

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

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

And live
East coast, 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 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 make a Sprite can in my mouth

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

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

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

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

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

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 pretty
Chicks by the layers and all flavors

Mafioso, how this 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 it's
Comin' through in the Brooklyn gear
We 'gone do this like Big Poppa was here

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

And good
East coast, West coast,
All my playas in the hood, 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 fuckin' three, why not? We it hot
Come to the spot, come on, aiyyo
She at it, why wouldn't she be? Come on, yeah
B.I.G., Tah, yeah, yeah, yeah, L's, light 'em, oh