Big Momma Thang

You got it goin' on, wha wha

Wha, whaYou got it goin' on, wha wha

Wha, whaYou got it goin' on, wha wha

Wha, whaYou got it goin' on, wha wha

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, yeah, yazz wha

I got land in

Switzerland, even got sand in the

MarylandsBahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thang

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

Twenty four carats 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

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 you're 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 you're mad at me

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 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 mafia 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

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 you're 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 you're mad at me

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'sFace on

TV's, platinum

CD'sShit,

I never fought saw a nigga wha, pussy greased up

Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up

What the fuck, stay fillin', half a million

Geneva Diva, yeah,

I throws it down

Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one

Never sixty eight and owe one, takes one to know one

Better off wit the

Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da

DonPush the keys,

G's threes for pape's

Yeah, I ride crate state to state

Lieutenant takes mad dimes from

New York to

AnaheimWhile you daydreamin' wine,

I'll just keep gettin' mine

And I'm married to this ya'll strategy misses still plannin' weddin's

Mafia also deadens all the bullshit

Any type of threatens to pull shit

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 you're 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 you're 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 you're 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 you're mad at me