Big Momma Thang (Faith Evans and Tupac 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 dick, now I throw lips to the shit Handle it like a real bitch 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 cum, 21 And another one, and another and another one 24 Carats nigga, that's when I'm fucking with the average nigga 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 pussy Is marriage?(Damn this bitch is bad) Baby carriage?(Damn I love that) Shit no, on the dime shit is mine Got to keep em' cummin all the time, why (Chorus) Killahs be quiet, my niggas bring the riots Tough talk tough walk that shit 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 bitch shitter, the lyrical, gonna take a miracle Like Deniece Willams bitches 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 bitch Just some dick sucking, ready for an ass fucking 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 pussy get wetter than you, fuck 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 niggas bring the riots Tough talk tough walk that shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be Thats why you're mad at me x2 Sore nigga what, pussy greased up, stack the g's up keeps the knees up What the fuck 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 fucking 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 bullshit, any type that threatens to pull shit 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 niggas bring the riots Tough talk tough walk that shit is tired You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be Thats why ya mad at me x6