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

[Intro: Lil' Kim]
Yeah, wha wha
Ya got it goin' on, wha wha
Uh, wha wha (What)
Ya got it goin' on, wha wha
Yeah, wha wha
Ya got it goin' on, wha wha

[Verse One: Lil' Kim]
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 Jacme, take it in the butt
Yeah, yes, what?, I got land in the Switzerland
Even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thing (Uh)
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings (What)
That's how many times I wanna c*m, twenty-one
And another one, and another one, and another one
24 carats n*gga
That's when I'm f*ckin wit' the average n*gga
Word to Shaft (What)
Brothers be bad and ohhhhh
Don't ya like the way I roll, and play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongue's in the pus*y
Is it marriage? (Damn, this b*tch is bad)
Baby carriage? (Damn, I love that ass)
sh*t no, on a dime sh*t is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the time, why

[Chorus: Lil' Cease & Lil' Kim]
Killas be quiet, my n*ggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, sh*t 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 n*ggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, sh*t is tired
You wanna be this queen B but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

[Verse Two: Lil' Kim]
Hoes think I'm foul, well call me the b*tch sh*tter
The lyrical gonna take a miracle
Like Deniece Williams b*tches get peeled, by the sit shota
Guns we got a lotta, you can't do me not-ta
Want it raw dog well you best to see Poppa
Get your titties licked (Uh)
And wouldn't it (What)
Be glorious (Uh-huh) if you you give head to Notorious, then sex my crew (Check it)
You just a wanna be down wit my clique, b*tch
Just a di*k suckin' ready for some ass f*ckin' (Ah huh)
Let me stress the tattoos on your breast
B.I.G., your rockin my property
P.Y.P. play your position, now I got you wishin you neva started dissin
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 Pacs in your belly (Ha ha)
[Chorus: Lil' Cease & Lil' Kim]
Killas be quiet, my n*ggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, sh*t 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 n*ggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, sh*t is tired
You wanna be this queen B but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

[Verse Three: Lil' Kim]
Saw a n*gga what, pus*y greased up
Stack da Gs, keeps the knees up
What da f*ck, stay fillin, pack a million, 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 magazine, uh, f*ckin wit da Don
Push the Keys, GS3s, the papes
Y'all ride in crates, state to state, tinted tapes, made dimes from New York to Anaheim, while you day dreamin wine, I just keep gettin mine (And I'm)
And I'm
Married to this (Ah huh)
Y'all strategy less and still planin weddings
Mafio also deadins all that bullsh*t
Any type of threatens to pull sh*t (Uh)
Oh yeah, who shot ya (Uh-huh, uh)
Who knows but they got'cha (Ah-huh), Uh
Fed up, uh, wet up
Maybe next time your punk ass'll keep your head up
[Chorus: Lil' Cease & Lil' Kim]
Killas be quiet, my n*ggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, sh*t 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 n*ggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, sh*t 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 n*ggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, sh*t is tired
You wanna be this queen B but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me