Big Momma Thang - Lil' Kim, Jay-Z

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, Jazz whah

I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands

Bahamas in the spring, baby, it’s a big momma thing

can’t you 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 carot nigga, that’s when I’m fuckin wit’the average nigga

word to Shaft, brothers be battin’me and oh don’tya like the way I roll, and play wit’my pussy

tell me what’s on your mind when your tongues in the pussy

Is it marriage (Damn, this bitch is bad)

baby carots (Damn, I love that ass)

shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em comin all the time

Why?

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots

tough talk, tough walk, that shit is tired.

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can’t be that’s why your mad at me.

Jay-Z:

I’m big and untrust you in the studio with me Don’t you know I’m tryin’to set you continuosly

Pull a high power coup make, you jump ship

leave who you with 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 niggaz, but I like the sound

Lil’Kim and jigga sound like figgas

Lil’Kim:

Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his keys

Big scooped a young bitch off her knees

Threw me a high priced Beam’s

Face on tv’s, platinum CD’s

shit, I never forget

Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up Stack the g’s up, keep 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 da Playboy magazines uh, fuckin’wit da Don

Push the keys, G’s threes for takes

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

Y’all strategy misses still plannin weddin’s

M.A.F.I.A.

also deadens all the bullshit

Any type of threatens to pull shit