You got it goin' on, wha wha   Wha, wha   You got it goin' on, wha wha   Wha, wha   You got it goin' on, wha wha   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 Jack-me   Take it in the butt, yeah, yazz wha   I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands      Bahamas 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's   Face on TV's, platinum CD's      Shit, 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 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 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