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Fuckin',
Fuckin',
Fuckin',
with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy

[Verse" 1 Lil'
Ms. White, that bitch a thousand looks
through with a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get this money Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, like Pablo
Ya'll niggas think I won't in the heap
Well let's dance, you lames are
I serve all ya'll like a game of tennis
Act like you some of this and I'll give you the business
You see the yellow and black, you know what about
Wrinkled assed niggas ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, in the south
stick with the aisly and whip piss in your mouth
I kept 'em on a leash and now it's to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever
Lil' Kim the at 718
Ride town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, chopped in eights the of plates
You bitches been through shit, you just minors
What you know stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina
It's the licker, it's the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch alive can make a cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get wetter than a cap
Got my mans back like a napsack
And Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for these beats
You in the department, this the upperclass section
You hoes is startin' to irritate me like a infection
heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The boss lady, I hold it for my badies
better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive

[Verse 2:
It's boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
Breathin' dro colored with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, the sweep
Nigga jump off, get pumped off your feet
I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' tech
Then that's 32 shots, our like Mitchell and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, still on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a twist to the left
I play the block, fifth in my sweats, my set
It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it

[Chorus: Kim]

The
Fuckin',
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef-Teflon

Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Now putcha hands around your mouth and out
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3: Bunky S.A.]
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't
Beatin' niggas close to death my house slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a to front
Fuck your project, building got flowers in front
Every chick I with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' for months
gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
I a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out
'Cause I can do that razor blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm shorty right on the couch
Any rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to
And my bigger than lower Manhattan manholes
up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold guns like soldiers
murda 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Kids, muthafuck all ya'll

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin' the
Melt my pen, I slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, they you swim
And you better wear a hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, your waves
Or snatch your off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be of ya'll, puttin' eight in your grave
'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer bread
When shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you,
I'ma cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim auction head (Beehive)
See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for
Even if I know you, I demand
And if I put you in the bag, your man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee leave the game in a mess (Beehive)

[Verse 5:
It's young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to
I ride around with two 38's tucked in my
A in trunk and a nine under the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth under your feet (Beehive)
And we got cake for killas like Hyde and
put red dots on your face like freckles
Don't me have to reach for the lead
You'll the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head
I'm that slim kid that they say is hot
She only with me 'cause of she think I probably got
Am I gon' be her for long, probably not
Unless you're and suck a dick like a lollipop
talk about guns and they just bust caps
Niggas talk aboit ki's whey just flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you that
'Cause you know bullets fly in pairs like Pab
(Beehive)

Now putcha around your mouth and holler out
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