Lil' Kim — Big Momma Thang

[Intro: Lil' Kim] 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 1: 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 Jacme 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-karats, nigga That's when I'm fuckin' with the average nigga Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me And oh, don'tcha like the way I roll And play with my bushy Tell me, what's on your mind when your tongue's 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 comin' all the time (Why?) [Chorus: Lil' Cease and Lil' Kim] Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me [Verse 2: 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 continuously Pull a high power Coupe, make you jump ship Leave who you wit', run with the Roc-A-Fella crew Trick ya for the cheese, tear your boom up Spread a ill Rumor, make you flip on Lil' Cease Twist you 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 niggas, but I like the sound Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures [Chorus: Lil' Cease and Lil' Kim] Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] Before I caught some nigga's disease, got caught with his keys B.I.G. 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 It's on nigga, what, pussy greased up Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up What the fuck, stay fillin', half a mill'n 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' with the 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 daydream and whine, I just keep gettin' mine And I'm married to this Y'all strategy misses still plannin' weddings M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh [Chorus: Lil' Cease and Lil' Kim] Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be That's why you're mad at me