[scratched]
  Fuckin', fuckin'
  Fuckin', fuckin'
  Fuckin', fuckin'
  Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
    [Verse" 1 Lil' Kim]
  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 with the aisly and whip 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
    [Verse 2: Reeks]
  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
    [Chorus: Lil' Kim]
  [scratched]
  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
    [Verse 3: Bunky S.A.]
  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
    [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 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'ma 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)
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 5: Goldie]
  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)
    [Chorus]
    Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
  The Beehive