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 dick Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch 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 cum, twenty-one And another one, and another one, and another one 24 carats nigga That's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga 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 pussy Is it marriage? (Damn, this bitch is bad) Baby carriage? (Damn, I love that ass) Shit no, on a dime shit is mine Got to keep 'em comin' all the time, why [Chorus: Lil' Cease & Lil' Kim] Killas be quiet, my niggas 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 niggas 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 [Verse Two: Lil' Kim] Hoes think I'm foul, well call me the bitch shitter The lyrical gonna take a miracle Like Deniece Williams bitches 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, bitch Just a dick suckin' ready for some ass fuckin' (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 pussy get wetter than you, fuck 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 [Verse Three: Lil' Kim] Saw a nigga what, pussy greased up Stack da Gs, keeps the knees up What da fuck, 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, fuckin 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 bullshit Any type of threatens to pull shit (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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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