Big Momma Thang (Original) (2Pac & Faith Evans Diss) lyrics

[Lil Kim]
Yeah, wha' wha'
You got it going on, wha' wha'
Uh, wha' wha, you got it going on, wha' wha'
Yeah, wha wha', you got it going on, wha' wha'
I used to be scared of the di*k, now I throw lips to the sh*t
Handle it like a real b*tch
Heather Hunter, Janet-Jac-me, take it in the butt, yazz yazz what
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby it's a big mama thing
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
That's how many times I wanna c*m, 21
And another one, and another and another one
24 Carats n*gga, that's when I'm f*cking with the average n*gga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me
And oh, don't you like the way I roll
And play with my bushy, tell me what's on your mind when the tounge's in the pus*y
Is marriage?(Damn this b*tch is bad) Baby carriage?(Damn I love that)
sh*t no, on the dime sh*t is mine
Got to keep em' c*mmin all the time, why

(Chorus)
Killahs be quiet, my n*ggas bring the riots
Tough talk tough walk that sh*t is tired
You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be
Thats why you're mad at me x2
Hoes think I'm foul, well call me the b*tch sh*tter, the lyrical, gonna take a miracle
Like Deniece Willams b*tches get peeled
By the 6 shotta, guns we got alotta, you can't-a do me not-a
Want it raw dog, well you best-a see papa
Get your titties wet, and wouldn't it be glorious if you give head to Notorious
Then sex my crew
You just a wanna be down with my clique b*tch
Just some di*k sucking, ready for an ass f*cking
Let me stress, the tattoos on your breast
B.I.G, you rocking my property
P.Y.P, play your position
Now I got you wishing, you never started dissing
Plus I give head better than you, my pus*y get wetter than you, f*ck better than you
I dedicate this song to ya, like R. Kelly and them twin Pac's in your belly

(Chorus)
Killahs be quiet, my n*ggas bring the riots
Tough talk tough walk that sh*t is tired
You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be
Thats why you're mad at me x2

Sore n*gga what, pus*y greased up, stack the g's up keeps the knees up
What the f*ck
Stay feelin' half millin', Gineva Diva, yeah I throws it down
Make it round clown, the clock stops for no one
Never 68 and owe one, takes one to know one
Better off with the Playboy magazine, uh f*cking with the Don
Push keys, these three for takes
Yeah I ride crates, state to state, ten it takes
Mad dimes, from New York to Anaheim
While daydream and whine, I just keep getting mine
And I, and I'm married to this
Y'all strategy bliss, and still planning weddings
Mafi also dead ends the bullsh*t, any type that threatens to pull sh*t
Uh, oh yeah who shot ya, who knows but they gotcha
Fed up,(uh)wet up, maybe next time ya punk ass I'll keep your head up
(Chorus)
Killahs be quiet, my n*ggas bring the riots
Tough talk tough walk that sh*t is tired
You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be
Thats why ya mad at me x6