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
    [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 Jack-me
  Take it in the butt, yah, yazz wha
  I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
  Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big Momma thing
  Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings
  That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
  And another one, and another one, and another one
  24 carots nigga
  That's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga
  Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
  Don'tcha like the way I roll
  And play wit' my bushy
  Tell me what's 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
    [Chorus (Lil' Cease, Lil' Kim)]
    Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
  Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
  You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
  That's why your mad at me
    Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
  Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
  You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
  That's why your mad at me
    [Verse Two: Jay Z]
    How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with me
  Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuosly
  Pull a high power Coup make, you jump ship
  Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew
  Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up
  Spread a ill Boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas
  Pushin backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
  Rock Little Kim hats and shit
  I gets down and dirty for the doe
  I got love and Big know it
  He must got the studio bug
  Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street
  With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat
  But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm 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
    [Chorus]
    Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
  Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
  You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
  That's why your mad at me
    Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
  Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
  You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
  That's why your mad at me
    [Verse Three: Lil' Kim]
    Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's
  Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
  Threw me at high priced Beam's
  Face on tv's, platinum CD's
  Shit, I never faught
  Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up
  Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
  What the fuck, stay fillin, half a millin
  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' wit da Don
  Push the keys, G's threes for pape's
  Yeah, I ride crate state to state
  Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
  While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin mine
  And I'm married to this
  Ya'll strategy misses still plannin weddin's
  M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
  Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh
    [Chorus]
    [repeat x4:]
  Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
  Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
  You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
  That's why your mad at me