| Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off | 
| And back up before the hive let the pump off | 
| In the graveyard is where you get dumped off | 
| All we wanna do is party (Woo!) | 
| And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!) | 
| Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari | 
| I’m tryin to leave in somebody’s Ferrari | 
| Spread love that’s what a real mob do | 
| Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people) | 
| I’m the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!) | 
| Or out come the beast | 
| We the best still there’s room for improvement | 
| Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement | 
| Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back) | 
| And I’m sittin on chrome seven times platinum | 
| This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz | 
| Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!) | 
| Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up | 
| And live good, East coast West coast worldwide | 
| All my playas in the hood stay fly | 
| And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right) | 
| It’s Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on) | 
| Special delivery for you and yours (Now) | 
| I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha) | 
| If you rep for your hood then make some noise | 
| I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat | 
| Don’t he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat? | 
| Uh! | 
| Let me show you what I’m all about | 
| How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth… HO!!! | 
| Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What) | 
| Bet it all playa fuck the price | 
| Money ain’t a thing throw it out like rice | 
| Been around the world cop the same thing twice | 
| Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!) | 
| Gimme some UH!!! | 
| step on the gas (Ah) | 
| Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!) | 
| You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash | 
| This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz | 
| Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!) | 
| Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up | 
| And live good, East coast West coast worldwide | 
| All my playas in the hood stay fly | 
| And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right) | 
| Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl | 
| Buttnaked dressed in nothin but pearls | 
| You wanna meet me cause ya, know I’m freaky | 
| And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I’m sexy | 
| Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti | 
| Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy | 
| No need to be greedy I got mad friends that’s pretty (Hey!) | 
| Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!) | 
| Mafioso that’s how this thing go (Yeah) | 
| Now everybody come get with the lingo | 
| Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body) | 
| On the dancefloor don’t hurt nobody body (Body body) | 
| I’m the one that put the Range in the Rover | 
| When I’m steppin out the Range yo it’s over | 
| Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear | 
| We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here | 
| This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz | 
| Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!) | 
| Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up | 
| And live good, East coast West coast worldwide | 
| All my playas in the hood stay fly | 
| And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right) | 
| Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide | 
| And stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB | 
| Two thousand and, fuckin three, why not? | 
| we makin it hot | 
| Come to, blow the spot, come on, yeah, Hey yo | 
| She back at it, why wouldn’t she be? | 
| come on, yeah | 
| B.I.G. | 
| Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L’s, light 'em, oh | 
| Hmm hmmm |