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

 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

 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