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Tha Beehive (feat. Reeks, Bunky S.A., Vee & Saint)
Lil' Kim
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****in' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy Ms White that bitch with a thousand looks Come through with a thousand crooks I just know what it takes to get this money like Blow Catch a body get a face lift disappear like Pablo Y'all niggas think I won't jump in the heap Well let's dance you lames are finished I serve all y'all cowards like a game of tennis Act like you want some of this and I'll give you the business You see the yellow and black you know what it's about Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed to straighten you out I got thugs in the east thugs in the south That'll stick with the AIDS needle and piss in your mouth I kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out Better pray to Jehovah the game is over Don't ever ever ever ever underestimate Lil' Kim the poster girl at 718 Ride outta town with my nigga holdin' his weight After it's cooked chopped in eights the size of plates You bitches ain't been through shit you just minors What you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your pussy It's the dick licker it's the baby sipper Baby girl's pussy get wetter than a shower cap Got my mans back like a Jansport napsack And Queen Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' these beats You in the wrong department this the upper class section You hoes is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection Good heavens somebody get the Monostat 7 And hit me why don'tcha hit me why don'tcha The boss lady I hold it down for my babies Rappers better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive It's your boy Money Cash I get love in the streets Breathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats Lay in the crib on Tuesdays duckin' the sweep Nigga jump off then get pumped off your feet I'm like Rostein low key and brilliant with numbers I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the Hummer If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this tech Then that's 32 shots our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness Man I'm a project nigga still piss on the steps And keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left I play the block fifth in my sweats reppin' my set It's Rossie from the pharmacy get it correct (Beehive) ****in' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy ****in' with the Teflon bitch (Beehive) ****in' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy (Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out) (The Beehive) Yo it's Bunky S to the A and my guns ain't warm Beatin' niggas close to death with my house slippers on You ain't a thug ****sucker you a coward to front **** your project your building got flowers in front Every chick I roll with OZ in the cunt I was OT in Mass pushin' flower for months Sprinklin' gun powder oughta put a haze on my blunt I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out 'Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth Forget a hotel I'm ****in' shorty right on the couch Any rap shit I ever barked on to hot to handle And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan manholes Listen up for 2003 tan rover Stash box hold guns like Afgan soldiers Wanna murda 16 well we the niggas you call Queen Bee and Gotti Kids mutha**** all y'all (Beehive) ****in' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy ****in' with the Teflon bitch (Beehive) ****in' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy (Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out) (The Beehive) Uh yo Vee The Kid that's the name I earned in the streets 'Cause my bars so hot it be burnin' the beats Meltin' my pen I have slugs meltin' your chin When I throw you over the bridge helpin' you swim You better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage Or have my bullets like [Incomprehensible] packin' your waves Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage And it could be five of y'all puttin' eight in your grave 'Cause niggas think they hard but they softer than bread When them shells hit your throat you be coughin' up lead The next step is to off you dead I'ma cut your ****in' neck off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive) See the kid don't rap for love I rap for cheques Even if I know you I demand respect And if I put you in the body bag your man is next The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (Beehive) ****in' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy ****in' with the Teflon bitch (Beehive) ****in' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy (Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out) (The Beehive) It's young Goldie the Advakid put you to rest I ride around with two 38's tucked in my sweats A pump in trunk and a nine under the seat Enough ammo to blow the earth from under your feet (Beehive) And we got cake for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl Snippers put red dots on your face like freckles Don't make me have to reach for the lead You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head I'm that slim kid that they say is probably hot She only with me 'cause of what she think I probably got Am I gon' be with her for long probably not Unless you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipop Niggas talk about guns and they just bust caps Niggas talk about ki's whey they just flip packs When it come to my money suggest you gimmie that 'Cause you know bullets fly in pairs like Petey Pab (Beehive) ****in' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy ****in' with the Teflon bitch (Beehive) ****in' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy (Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out) (The Beehive) Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out The Beehive
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