Featuring liland' ceas and jay z
You got it goinand' on wha wha
Uh wha wha
You got it goinand' on wha wha
Uh wha wha
You got it goinand' on wha wha
Uh wha wha
You got it goinand' on wha wha
Verse one: liland' 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, itand's a big momma thing
Canand't tell by the diamonds in my rings
Thatand's how many times i wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one, and another one
24 carots nigga
Thatand's when iand'm fuckin witand' the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be battinand' me, and oh
Donand'tcha like the way i roll
And play witand' my bushy
Tell me whatand's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage andlt;damn, this bitch is badandgt;
Baby carriage andlt;damn, i love that assandgt;
Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep and'em cominand' all the time andlt;why?andgt;
Chorus (liland' cease, liland' kim)
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this queen b, but ya canand't be
Thatand'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 canand't be
Thatand's why your mad at me
Verse two: jay z
How b.i.g. and and'unand' trust you in the studio with me
Donand't they know iand'm tryinand' to sex you continuosly
Pull a high power coup make, you jump ship
Leave who you witand', iand'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 heand's on his way up the street
With the m.a.f.i.a. thugs and all types of heat
But i ainand't tryinand' to beef, iand'm just tryin to eat
Horizontally, the way i hold my iron, sweet
And, no, my niggas, but i like the sound
Liland' 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 canand't be
Thatand'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 canand't be
Thatand's why your mad at me
Verse three: liland' kim
Before i caught some niggas disease, got caught with his kiand's
Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me at high priced beamand's
Face on tvand's, platinum cdand's
Shit, i never faught
Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up
Stack the gand'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, fuckinand' wit da don
Push the keys, gand's threes for papeand's
Yeah, i ride crate state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from new york to anaheim
While you daydreaminand' wine, iand'll just keep gettin mine
And iand'm married to this
Yaand'll strategy misses still plannin weddinand'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 canand't be
Thatand'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 canand't be
Thatand'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 canand't be
Thatand'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 canand't be
Thatand's why your mad at me
