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You got it goin` on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin` on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin` on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha
You got it goin` on, wha wha
[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, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it`s a Big Momma thing
Can`t 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 carots nigga
That`s when I`m fuckin wit` the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin` me, and oh
Don`tcha like the way I roll
And play wit` my bushy
Tell me what`s on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage
Baby carriage
Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep `em comin` all the time
[Chorus (Lil` Cease, Lil` Kim)]
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can`t be
That`s why your mad at me
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can`t be
That`s why your mad at me
[Verse Two: Jay Z]
How B.I.G. and `Un` trust you in 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 wit`, I`m with the Roc-A-Fella crew
Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up
Spread a ill Boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas
Pushin backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
Rock Little Kim hats and shit
I gets down and dirty for the doe
I got love and Big know it
He must got the studio bug
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 niggas, but I like the sound
Lil` Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures
[Chorus]
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can`t be
That`s why your mad at me
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can`t be
That`s why your mad at me
[Verse Three: Lil` Kim]
Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki`s
Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me at high priced Beam`s
Face on tv`s, platinum CD`s
Shit, I never faught
Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up
Stack the g`s up, keeps 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 the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin` wit da Don
Push the keys, G`s threes for pape`s
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
Ya`ll strategy misses still plannin weddin`s
M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh
[Chorus]
[repeat x4:]
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can`t be
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