Lil’ Kim, Goldie of the Advakids, Vee, Bunky S.A. - Tha Beehive lyrics
[Lil’ Kim, Goldie of the Advakids, Vee, Bunky S.A. - Tha Beehive lyrics]
Fuckin', fuckin' fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' 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
Ya'll niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well let's dance, you lames are finished
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
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 you with an 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 postergirl 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 vagina
It's the dick licker, it's the baby sipper
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
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 badies
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
The Beehive fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef Teflon bitch beehive
Fuckin' 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 cocksucka
You a coward to front fuck 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 fuckin' 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, muthafuck all ya'll
The Beehive fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef Teflon bitch beehive
Fuckin' 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
Melt my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge
They helpin' you swim
And you better wear a metal hat
When you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e mail
Packin' your waves
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
You be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you, dead
I'mma cut your fuckin' head 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)
The Beehive fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef Teflon bitch beehive
Fuckin' 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 aboit 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)
The Beehive fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef Teflon bitch beehive
Fuckin' 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
Fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' 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
Ya'll niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well let's dance, you lames are finished
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
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 you with an 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 postergirl 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 vagina
It's the dick licker, it's the baby sipper
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
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 badies
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
The Beehive fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef Teflon bitch beehive
Fuckin' 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 cocksucka
You a coward to front fuck 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 fuckin' 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, muthafuck all ya'll
The Beehive fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef Teflon bitch beehive
Fuckin' 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
Melt my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge
They helpin' you swim
And you better wear a metal hat
When you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e mail
Packin' your waves
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
You be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you, dead
I'mma cut your fuckin' head 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)
The Beehive fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef Teflon bitch beehive
Fuckin' 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 aboit 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)
The Beehive fuckin', fuckin'
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef Teflon bitch beehive
Fuckin' 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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