(feat. Mystikal)



[1st Verse:]



A lyrical ruckus has erupted

and fucked wit' yo' manhood

When I get up and start bustin

niggas just be like *ugh*

get out my way, from this day on I put a dent in this shit

I know a lot of bitches thought it, but mama's endin' this shit

been in this shit

My aim is to disfigure yo' style

and put it to sleep because the industry don't need no freaks

meanwhile, my clique is settin' up shop on yo' block

and KLC got every car, bumpin' these ignorant knocks

Fuck them cops, and the mics, bitch I know my shit's tight

just show us pain from the street, is what them niggas like

No half-steppin', my hooptie is a legend, shall we talk numbers?

Pull my bankbook out, and watch these figures stun ya, run ya

Why you niggas be lyin' on records?

Hoes barrin' marked hoes from D.O's to I don't know, but check it

why y'all fakin' tha funk?

I raise my right hand trust, everything you see wit' No Limit

belongs to us, let's get straight



[Chorus: Mystikal]



Let's get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her

that's mama, the biggest mama, mama Mia

[x2]



[2nd Verse:]



Now I'm unlady like, my verses hit yo' ears like Boo-Yah!!

I wear the pants in every freestyle stance with my verbal hoo-ride

do I, ever slack up on that ass? Hell no

I threw the K well away, so it's so swell it stays so

what you know about me is just I'm 'bout it, 'bout it

and that our mob's T-R-U because they rowdy, rowdy, no doubt

Hey those beats, was meant for me like a cellmate

my brown lips fucked the piss out his 8-0-8

Drum kicks, and then they creep like TLC

and hella fast with O-Down, Mo B. Dick and Craig B

The beats, by the pound, nigga, best beware

y'all ain't even comin' close to what they puttin' out there

My mama, got the drama, for any hoe, but mainly all

you Milli Vanilli hens who ain't got no pen better know

No Limit, I represent it, in a minute, to win it

with the gold and platinum finish

Let's get it straight



[Chorus]



[3rd Verse:]



Late niggas be writin' all kinds of fucked up shit

about my family

P, Silkk, C, and my tank doggs, but we ain't even trippin

punk critics, nah, you almost cryin', we'll buy up every

publication and put you out a job, you still shy, everyday

nigga think we can't?

Contemplate before you come to walk against a tank

I'm tellin' you one more gin', may have you where I want

but best keep hidin' behind them pen names cuz I know

you don't, wanna see us, because you wish, for a grant

you hit.  One mo' time hoe, and yo' ass gon' meet the

fish, of the M-I-Crooked letter-Crooked letter-I

Humpback, humpback, I ain't lyin

We on a mission, wit' nothin' but ebonics comin' through

yo' system, flippin' rocks for phonics, but it's crime

because you listenin

And you bob yo' head, better than a hooker, but yo' jealousy

got you hatin' sayin' I woulda', they shoulda', they coulda what?!

We got the plat-screen property ebbin' us, but most of all

we still black owned and independent, let's get it straight!



[Chorus: Both]



[Mystikal]

Let's get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her

that's mama, the biggest mama, Mama Mia

Get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her

that's mama, the baddest mama, Mama Mia

Get it straight, you gon' know her when you see her

 that's mama, the biggest, baddest mama, Mama Mia

Get it straight, Get it Straight!



[Mia X] Tru...No Limit...Mama Mia...



[Mystikal] So the next time you say "Yo Mama",

you better slow down, and think about what you doin'!



[Mia X] I'm out this bitch!!!