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

[Verse" 1 Kim]
Ms. White, that bitch a thousand looks
Come through a thousand crooks
I just know what it to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a lift, disappear like Pablo
Ya'll niggas think I won't in the heap
Well let's dance, you lames are
I all ya'll cowards like a game of tennis
Act you want some of this and I'll give you the business
You see the yellow and black, you know it's 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 time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever
Kim the postergirl at 718
Ride outta town my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, chopped in eights the of plates
You bitches ain't through shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' a bricks in your vagina
It's the dick licker, the baby sipper
a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a Jansport
And Queen Bee bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for these beats
You in the wrong department, the upperclass section
You is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection
heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The boss lady, I hold it down for my
Rappers run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive

2: Reeks]
It's boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your
I'm like Rostein, low key and with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's like and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, still on the steps
And keep the brim on my a little twist to the left
I the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie the pharmacy, get it correct

Lil' Kim]

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

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the
Now hands around your mouth and holler out
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[Verse 3: S.A.]
Yo, Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death with my house on
You ain't a cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck project, your building got flowers in front
Every chick I with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for
gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm 'em out
'Cause I can do that with razor stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty on the couch
Any rap shit I barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan
up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold guns like Afgan
Wanna murda 16, well we the you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I earned in the
my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I have meltin' your chin
When I throw you the bridge, they helpin' you swim
And you better a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, packin' your
Or snatch face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in your
'Cause niggas think hard, but they softer than bread
them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive)
See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for
if I know you, I demand respect
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 Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around with two 38's in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a nine under the
Enough to blow the earth from under your feet (Beehive)
And we got cake for killas like and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on face like freckles
Don't make me to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was drops how they all hit your head
I'm that slim kid that they say is hot
She only with me 'cause of what she think I got
Am I gon' be her for long, probably not
Unless you're cute and suck a like a lollipop
Niggas talk about guns and they bust caps
Niggas talk aboit ki's whey just flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you gimmie
'Cause you know bullets fly in pairs Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Now putcha hands around mouth and holler out
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