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
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, its a Big-Momma thing
Cant tell by the diamonds in my rings?
Thats how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one
And another one, 24-karats, nigga
Thats when Im fuckin with the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin me
And oh, dontcha like the way I roll
And play with my bushy
Tell me, whats 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 niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya cant be
Thats why youre 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 cant be
Thats why youre mad at me
How B.I.G. and Un trust you in the studio with me
Dont they know Im 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 hes on his way up the street
With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat
But I aint tryin to beef, Im 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 niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya cant be
Thats why youre 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 cant be
Thats why youre mad at me
Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his keys
B.I.G. scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me at high priced Beams
Face on TVs, platinum CDs
Shit, I never faught
Its on nigga, what, pussy greased up
Stack the gs up, keeps the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin, half a milln
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, Gs threes for papes
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 Im married to this
Yall strategy misses still plannin weddings
M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya cant be
Thats why youre 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 cant be
Thats why youre 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 cant be
Thats why youre 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 cant be
Thats why youre mad at me