Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah   Aiyyo, Tim man, this the jump off right here, man   Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, it's Queen Bee, nigga   It's the jump off, come on      I been gone for a minute, now I'm back at the jump off   Goons in the club in case 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   And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi   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   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   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   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      It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland, niggas, shit, ya drawers   Special delivery for you and yours   I rep for bitches, he rep for boys   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      Shake up the dice, throw down your ice   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, squeeze on my ass   Gimme some, step on the gas   Pop the cork and roll up the hash   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   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      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   Chicks by the layers and all different flavors      Mafioso, that's how this thing go   Now everybody come get with the lingo   Shake your body, body, move your body, body   On the dance floor, don't hurt nobody 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   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      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 know the spot, come on, aiyyo   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