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little teddy bear
Hunt you in the jungle why you hiding in the trees
Hello little teddy bear

Looking for some honey now you stung by the bees
Animal way

already know
What it was
I'm on Gods time
He sent me a sign
I answered my calling
And I'm still on the line
I cling to the vine
I'm with the Devine
why dim

blind like Black Sabbath
Pen game Cold, this winter magic
Neck frosty, real costly, dope boy habits
lines tight like bands around of Blue prints
If you

life, baby, for you

Remember how we talked about the bees
Oh how we gotta save the bees or else we're doomed
And sat under that old oak tree, you were

no one
Hiding with the non else
We’ve already crossed line
Waiting for sun rice
 
 
Chorus:
You’ll never, you’ll never, you’ll never
Buzz with bees

these streets homie
We ain't 'bout talking
Cause back when Stevie had bees like Venus
And back when Venus had bees like
I was in the MPV with Irv Gotti

away
cnd leave me here so lonely
Just let me stay
cnd we'll write songs about the birds and the bees and the honeycombed trees now      

You keep me

line up
Watch how you talk, pussy, you will get bines up
Fresh pair a Nike, me nuh beat no designer
Pretty bad bitch from North Carolina
Yeah, me

I been working double shift all night

Bees make honey, I'm making mine

Good men are busy all the time

I been working double shift all night

My

shoes
Washing and cleaning 
The dirty still sink

Routine keeps me in line
Helps me pass the time
Concentrate my mind 
Helps me to sleep

Fate's Right Hand

Rodney Crowell

Fate's Right Hand

2003

and the bees
The momma's and the poppa's and the monkeys in the trees
It's the brothers and the sisters living life on the street
Play a hunch pull the punch

ahead
You should quit

No more coaching those sopranos
With voices like bees

No more secondhand pianos
With six broken keys

No more agents

that's the whole in this case
Look, county jail front line with a shank
S Gang, neighborhood in they face
Homies left got detained to the state
But I kept

years Killa Bees, yeah, we hold the pennant
Monumental stance on the cover with my co-defendants
Drop her sentence, in remembrance
Construct these

Jazzy Hoes

Jermaine Dupri

Life in 1472

1998

For as I cut one but two down the line
But could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime?
And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique

Sample the Funk

Too Short

Cocktails

1995

can get bees
Stuck in the back of your throat
Fuckin with a pimp named Sir Too $hort
We coulda sampled the Luke but we didn't
I'd rather treat ya

believe everything you see on the TV
These niggas get out of line
Get burnt quicker than CD's
Ain't never been friendly
Ain't feeling these old bees
Rather

ahead
You should quit

No more coaching those sopranos
With voices like bees

No more secondhand pianos
With six broken keys

No more agents

Taxi Ride

Tori Amos

Scarlet's Walk

2002

world is 
Starting to 
Believe you 
Just another dead fag 
To you that's all 
Just another light missing 
In a long taxi line 
Taxi line

without you
I lit my wrist up
I’m fuckin that bitch up
She sucking my dick
While I think about you
All of these drugs ain’t numbin the pain
Three lines

BLK

I heard the birds when my sunset
Smelling flowers and the bees get to buzz in
Wind between the trees
When the leaves
Start to crunch
In the park
I

I'm trying to read between the lines of what is
Right what is wrong, what is wrong
I'm dying to see the world with eyes I never used until I am gone,

houses down (I am coming across the line)
Popcorn lives in the popcorn popper (I am coming)
And frown lines live right next to your frown (I am coming

Bitch you better know im what you need
Getting bread, getting ps
With no nonsense Qs or Ps
Man thats the p
Flyer than a bag o bees
Forever ladder's