text: You got it goin on, wha wha
  Uh, wha wha
  You got it goin on, wha wha
  Uh, wha wha
  You got it goin on, wha wha
  Uh, 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 Jacme
  Take it in the butt yah, yazz wha
  I got land in Switzerland
  Even got sand in the Marylands
  Bahamas in the spring, baby, its a Big-Momma thing
  Cant tell by the diamonds in my rings?
  Thats how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
  And another one, and another one
  And another one, 24-karats, nigga
  Thats when Im fuckin with the average nigga
  Work the shaft, brothers be battin me
  And oh, dontcha like the way I roll
  And play with my bushy
  Tell me, whats 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 niggas bring the riots
  Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
  You wanna be this Queen B, but ya cant be
  Thats why youre 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 cant be
  Thats why youre mad at me
  How B.I.G. and Un trust you in the studio with me
  Dont they know Im tryin to sex you continuously
  Pull a high power Coupe, make you jump ship
  Leave who you wit, run with the Roc-A-Fella crew
  Trick ya for the cheese, tear your boom up
  Spread a ill Rumor, make you flip on Lil Cease
  Twist you backwards, get the dough from your platinum hits
  Rock Lil Kim hats and shit
  I gets down and dirty for the dough
  I got love and B.I.G. know it
  He must got the studio bugged
  Probably, as we speak hes on his way up the street
  With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat
  But I aint tryin to beef, Im 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 niggas bring the riots
  Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
  You wanna be this Queen B, but ya cant be
  Thats why youre 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 cant be
  Thats why youre mad at me
  Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his keys
  B.I.G. scooped a young bitch off her knees
  Threw me at high priced Beams
  Face on TVs, platinum CDs
  Shit, I never faught
  Its on nigga, what, pussy greased up
  Stack the gs up, keeps the knees up
  What the fuck, stay fillin, half a milln
  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 the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin with the Don
  Push the keys, Gs threes for papes
  Yeah, I ride crate state to state
  Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
  While you daydream and whine, I just keep gettin mine
  And Im married to this
  Yall strategy misses still plannin weddings
  M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
  Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh
  Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
  Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
  You wanna be this Queen B, but ya cant be
  Thats why youre 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 cant be
  Thats why youre 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 cant be
  Thats why youre 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 cant be
  Thats why youre mad at me