featuring Jay-Z
You got it goin' on (x4)
Lil' Kim:
I used to be scared of the d***
Now I throw lips to the s***, handle it like a real b****
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
take it in the b***. 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 c**, twenty-one
and another one, and another one, and another one
24 carot n****, that's when I'm f***** wit' the average n****
word to Shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh
don'tya like the way I roll, and play wit' my p****
tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the p****
Is it marriage (d***, this b**** is bad)
baby carots (d***, I love that a**)
s*** no, on a dime s*** is mine, got to keep em comin all the time
Why?
Chorus:
Killas be quiet, my n**** bring the riots
tough talk, tough walk, that s*** is tired.
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
that's why your mad at me.
(Repeat 2x)
Jay-Z:
I'm big and untrust you in the studio with me
Don't you know I'm tryin' to set 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 boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas
Pushin backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
Rock Little Kim hats and s***
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 n*****, but I like the sound
Lil' Kim and jigga sound like figgas
Chorus
Lil' Kim:
Before I caught some n***** disease, got caught with his keys
Big scooped a young b**** off her knees
Threw me a high priced Beam's
Face on tv's, platinum CD's
s***, I never forget
Saw a n**** whah, p**** greased up
Stack the g's up, keep the knees up
What the f*** 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, f*****' 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 s***
Chorus (x4)
You got it goin' on (x4)
Lil' Kim:
I used to be scared of the d***
Now I throw lips to the s***, handle it like a real b****
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
take it in the b***. 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 c**, twenty-one
and another one, and another one, and another one
24 carot n****, that's when I'm f***** wit' the average n****
word to Shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh
don'tya like the way I roll, and play wit' my p****
tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the p****
Is it marriage (d***, this b**** is bad)
baby carots (d***, I love that a**)
s*** no, on a dime s*** is mine, got to keep em comin all the time
Why?
Chorus:
Killas be quiet, my n**** bring the riots
tough talk, tough walk, that s*** is tired.
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
that's why your mad at me.
(Repeat 2x)
Jay-Z:
I'm big and untrust you in the studio with me
Don't you know I'm tryin' to set 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 boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas
Pushin backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
Rock Little Kim hats and s***
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 n*****, but I like the sound
Lil' Kim and jigga sound like figgas
Chorus
Lil' Kim:
Before I caught some n***** disease, got caught with his keys
Big scooped a young b**** off her knees
Threw me a high priced Beam's
Face on tv's, platinum CD's
s***, I never forget
Saw a n**** whah, p**** greased up
Stack the g's up, keep the knees up
What the f*** 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, f*****' 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 s***
Chorus (x4)