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You got it goin' on, wha wha
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Uh, wha wha
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You got it goin' on, wha wha
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Uh, wha wha
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You got it goin' on, wha wha
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Uh, wha wha
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You got it goin' on, wha wha
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Verse One: Lil' Kim
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I used to be scared of the dick
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Now I throw lips to the shit
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Handle it like a real bitch
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Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
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Take it in the butt, yah, yazz wha
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I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
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Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big Momma thing
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Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings
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That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
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And another one, and another one, and another one
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24 carots nigga
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That's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
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Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
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Don'tcha like the way I roll
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And play wit' my bushy
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Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
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Is it marriage <Damn, this bitch is bad>
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Baby carriage <Damn, I love that ass>
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Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
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Got to keep 'em comin' all the time <why?>
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Chorus (Lil' Cease, Lil' Kim)
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Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
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Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
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You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
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That's why your mad at me
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Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
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Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
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You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
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That's why your mad at me
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Verse Two: Jay Z
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How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with me
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Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuosly
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Pull a high power Coup make, you jump ship
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Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew
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Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up
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Spread a ill Boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas
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Pushin backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
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Rock Little Kim hats and shit
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I gets down and dirty for the doe
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I got love and Big know it
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He must got the studio bug
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Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street
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With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat
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But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin to eat
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Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet
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And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound
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Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures
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Chorus
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Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
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Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
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You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
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That's why your mad at me
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Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
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Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
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You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
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That's why your mad at me
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Verse Three: Lil' Kim
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Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's
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Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
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Threw me at high priced Beam's
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Face on tv's, platinum CD's
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Shit, I never faught
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Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up
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Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
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What the fuck, stay fillin, half a millin
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Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down
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Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
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Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
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Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
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Push the keys, G's threes for pape's
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Yeah, I ride crate state to state
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Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
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While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin mine
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And I'm married to this
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Ya'll strategy misses still plannin weddin's
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M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
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Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh
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Chorus
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Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
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Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
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You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
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That's why your mad at me
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Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
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Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
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You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
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That's why your mad at me
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Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
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Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
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You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
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That's why your mad at me
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Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
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Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
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You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
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That's why your mad at me
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Big Momma Thang
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| lil` kim |
