Lil' Kim - Tha Beehive (feat. Reeks, Bunky S.A., Vee & Saint From The Advakids) Lyrics
*scratched******in', *****in'*****in', *****in'*****in', *****in'*****in' with the Teflon ***** from the Stuy[Verse" 1 Lil' Kim]Ms. White, that ***** with a thousand looksCome through with a thousand crooksI just know what it takes to get this money like BlowCatch a body, get a face lift, disappear like PabloYa'll niggas think I won't jump in the heapWell let's dance, you lames are finishedI serve all ya'll cowards like a game of tennisAct like you want some of this and I'll give you the businessYou see the yellow and black, you know what it's aboutWrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you outI got thugs in the east, thugs in the southThat'll stick with an aids needle and piss in you mouthI kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em outBetter pray to Jehovah, the game is overDon't ever, ever, ever, ever underestimateLil' Kim the postergirl at 718Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his weightAfter it's cooked, chopped in eights the size of platesYou *****es ain't been through shit, you just minorsWhat you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your vaginaIt's the dick licker, it's the baby sipperAin't a ***** alive can make a nigga cum quickerBaby girl's ***** get wetter than a shower capGot my mans back like a Jansport napsackAnd Queen Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heatHomicide is lookin' for me for killin' these beatsYou in the wrong department, this the upperclass sectionYou hoes is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infectionGood heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tchaThe boss lady, I hold it down for my badiesRappers better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive[Verse 2: Reeks]It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streetsBreathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seatsLay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweepNigga jump off, then get pumped off your feetI'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbersI'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the HummerIf you spittin' and I'm grippin' this techThen that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and NessMan, I'm a project nigga, still piss on the stepsAnd keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the leftI play the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my setIt's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct[Chorus: Lil' Kim]{*scratched*}The Beehive*****in', *****in'*****in' with the Teflon ***** from the Stuy*****in' with the Tef-Teflon *****Beehive*****in' with the Teflon ***** from the StuyNow putcha hands around your mouth and holler outThe Beehive[Verse 3: Bunky S.A.]Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't warmBeatin' niggas close to death with my house slippers onYou ain't a thug *****sucka, you a coward to front***** your project, your building got flowers in frontEvery chick I roll with, OZ in the cuntI was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for monthsSprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a haze on my bluntI spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out'Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouthForget a hotel, I'm *****in' shorty right on the couchAny rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to handleAnd my rims bigger than lower Manhattan manholesListen up for 2003 tan roverStash box hold guns like Afgan soldiersWanna murda 16, well we the niggas you callQueen Bee and Gotti Kids, mutha***** all ya'll[Chorus][Verse 4: Vee]Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I earned in the streets'Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beatsMelt my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chinWhen I throw you over the bridge, they helpin' you swimAnd you better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stageOr have my bullets like e-mail, packin' your wavesOr snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas CageAnd it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in your grave'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than breadWhen them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up leadThe next step is to off you, deadI'ma cut your *****in' head off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive)See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for chequesEven if I know you, I demand respectAnd if I put you in the body bag, your man is nextThe Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (Beehive)[Chorus][Verse 5: Goldie]It's young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to restI ride around with two 38's tucked in my sweatsA pump in trunk and a nine under the seatEnough ammo to blow the earth from under your feet (Beehive)And we got cake for killas like Hyde and JeckylSnippers put red dots on your face like frecklesDon't make me have to reach for the leadYou'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your headI'm that slim kid that they say is probably hotShe only with me 'cause of what she think I probably gotAm I gon' be with her for long, probably notUnless you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipopNiggas talk about guns and they just bust capsNiggas talk aboit ki's whey they just flip packsWhen it come to my money, suggest you gimmie that'Cause you know bullets fly in pairs like Petey Pab(Beehive)[Chorus]Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler outThe Beehive
