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You got it goin` on (wha wha)
(Repeat 4X)
Verse One: Lil` Kim
I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
take it in the butt. Yah, Jazz whah
I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it`s a big momma thing
can`t you tell by the diamonds in my rings
that`s how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
and another one, and another one, and another one
24 karats nigga, that`s when I`m fuckin wit` the average nigga
word to shaft, my pussy battin` and oh
don`tya like the way I roll, and play wit` my pussy
tell me what`s on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage Damn, this bitch is bad
baby carriage Damn, I love that ass
shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em cummin all the time
Why?
Chorus: Lil` Ceas, Lil` Kim
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
tough talk, tough walk, that shit is tired.
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can`t be
that`s why your mad at me.
(repeat 2X)
Verse Two: Jay-Z
How "Biggie" gonna trust you the studio with me
Don`t they know I`m tryin` to sex you continuosly
Pull a high power coup make, you jump ship
Leave who you with - I`m with the Roc-A-Fella crew
Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up,
Spread a ill rumor, make you flip on Little Ceas
Pushin backwards, get the dough from your platinum hits
Rock Lil` Kim hats and shit
I gets down and dirty for the dough
I got love and B.I.G. know it
He must got the studio bugged
Probably, as we speak he`s on his way up the street
With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat
But I ain`t tryin` to beef
I`m just tryin to eat
Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet
And, no, my niggaz, but I like the sound
Lil` Kim and jigga sound like figures
Chorus
Verse Three: Lil` Kim
Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his keys
B.I.G. scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me a high priced Beam`s
Face on tv`s, platinum CD`s
shit, I never forget
Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up
Stack the g`s up, keep the knees up
What the fuck stay fillin, half a millin
Geneva diva yeah, I throws it down
Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
Better off wit da Playboy magazines uh, fuckin` wit da Don
Push the keys, G`s threes for takes
Yeah, I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you daydreamin wine, I`ll just keep gettin mine
And I`m married to this
Y`all strategy misses still plannin weddin`s
M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull shit
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