fuckin' with the teflon bitch from the stuy
that bitch with a thousand looks
come through with a thousand crooks
i just know what it takes to get this money like blow
ya'll niggas think i won't jump in the heap
i serve all ya'll 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
wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed
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
lil' kim the postergirl at 718
ride outta town with my nigga
chopped in eights the size of plates
you bitches ain't been through shit
what you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina
ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker
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 upperclass section
you hoes is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection
somebody get the monostat 7
i hold it down for my badies
rappers better run and hide 'cause here comes the beehive
i get love in the streets
breathin' dro colored benz's with dutch colored seats
lay in the crib on tuesdays
then get pumped off your feet
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
our throwback's like mitchell and ness
and keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left
it's rossie from the pharmacy
fuckin' with the teflon bitch from the stuy
fuckin' with the tef-teflon bitch
fuckin' with the teflon bitch from the stuy
now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
beatin' niggas close to death with my house slippers on
you ain't a thug cocksucka
your building got flowers in front
pushin' flower for months
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
i'm fuckin' shorty right on the couch
any rap shit i ever barked on
and my rims bigger than lower manhattan manholes
listen up for 2003 tan rover
stash box hold guns like afgan soldiers
well we the niggas you call
that's the name i earned in the streets
i have slugs meltin' your chin
when i throw you over the bridge
and you better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
or have my bullets like e-mail
or snatch your face off like i'm nicolas cage
and it could be five of ya'll
puttin' eight in your grave
'cause niggas think they hard
but they softer than bread
when them shells hit your throat
the next step is to off you
i'ma cut your fuckin' head off and have kim auction your head
see the kid don't rap for love
and if i put you in the body bag
the advakid and queen bee gon' leave the game in a mess
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
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
unless you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipop
niggas talk about guns and they just bust caps
niggas talk aboit ki's whey they just flip packs
'cause you know bullets fly in pairs like petey pab
now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out