La Bella Mafia

*scratched*<br>Fuckin`, fuckin`<br>Fuckin`, fuckin`<br>Fuckin`, fuckin`<br>Fuckin` with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy<br><br>[Verse" 1 Lil` Kim]<br>Ms. White, that bitch with a thousand looks<br>Come through with a thousand crooks<br>I just know what it takes to get this money like Blow<br>Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like Pablo<br>Ya`ll niggas think I won`t jump in the heap<br>Well let`s dance, you lames are finished<br>I serve all ya`ll cowards like a game of tennis<br>Act like you want some of this and I`ll give you the business<br>You see the yellow and black, you know what it`s about<br>Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out<br>I got thugs in the east, thugs in the south<br>That`ll stick with the aisly and whip piss in your mouth<br>I kept `em on a leash and now it`s time to let `em out<br>Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over<br>Don`t ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate<br>Lil` Kim the postergirl at 718<br>Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin` his weight<br>After it`s cooked, chopped in eights the size of plates<br>You bitches ain`t been through shit, you just minors<br>What you know about stuffin` half a bricks in your vagina<br>It`s the dick licker, it`s the baby sipper<br>Ain`t a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker<br>Baby girl`s pussy get wetter than a shower cap<br>Got my mans back like a Jansport napsack<br>And Queen Bee gon` bring you nothin` but heat<br>Homicide is lookin` for me for killin` these beats<br>You in the wrong department, this the upperclass section<br>You hoes is startin` to irritate me like a yeast infection<br>Good heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7<br>And hit me why don`tcha, hit me why don`tcha<br>The boss lady, I hold it down for my badies<br>Rappers better run and hide `cause here comes the Beehive<br><br>[Verse 2: Reeks]<br>It`s your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets<br>Breathin` dro colored Benz`s with dutch colored seats<br>Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin` the sweep<br>Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your feet<br>I`m like Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers<br>I`m tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the Hummer<br>If you spittin` and I`m grippin` this tech<br>Then that`s 32 shots, our throwback`s like Mitchell and Ness<br>Man, I`m a project nigga, still piss on the steps<br>And keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left<br>I play the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin` my set<br>It`s Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct <br><br>[Chorus: Lil` Kim]<br>{*scratched*}<br>The Beehive<br>Fuckin`, fuckin`<br>Fuckin` with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy<br>Fuckin` with the Tef-Teflon bitch<br>Beehive<br>Fuckin` with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy<br>Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out<br>The Beehive<br><br>[Verse 3: Bunky S.A.]<br>Yo, it`s Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain`t warm<br>Beatin` niggas close to death with my house slippers on<br>You ain`t a thug cocksucka, you a coward to front<br>Fuck your project, your building got flowers in front<br>Every chick I roll with, OZ in the cunt<br>I was OT in Mass, pushin` flower for months<br>Sprinklin` gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt<br>I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I`m blazin` `em out<br>`Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth<br>Forget a hotel, I`m fuckin` shorty right on the couch<br>Any rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to handle<br>And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan manholes<br>Listen up for 2003 tan rover<br>Stash box hold guns like Afgan soldiers<br>Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you call<br>Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya`ll<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 4: Vee]<br>Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that`s the name I earned in the streets<br>`Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin` the beats<br>Melt my pen, I have slugs meltin` your chin<br>When I throw you over the bridge, they helpin` you swim<br>And you better wear a metal hat when you rappin` on stage<br>Or have my bullets like e-mail, packin` your waves<br>Or snatch your face off like I`m Nicolas Cage<br>And it could be five of ya`ll, puttin` eight in your grave<br>`Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than bread<br>When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin` up lead