That's why you're mad at me
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
That's why you're mad at me
What the fuck, stay fillin', half a million
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Yeah, I ride crate state to state
Is it marriage, baby carriage? Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Threw me at high priced Beam's
Got to keep 'em comin' all the time
And I'm married to this ya'll strategy misses still plannin' weddin's
You got it goin' on, wha wha
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
Mafia also deadens all the bullshit
Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
And another one, and another one, and another one
Face on TV's, platinum CD's
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
Don'tcha like the way I roll and play wit' my bushy
Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet
Wha, wha
Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down
Spread a ill boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures
Never sixty eight and owe one, takes one to know one
Pushin' backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street
You got it goin' on, wha wha
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
Rock Little Kim hats and shit
I gets down and dirty for the doe, I got love and Big know it
That's why you're mad at me
He must got the studio bug
Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
Take it in the butt, yeah, yazz wha
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's
Push the keys, G's threes for pape's
That's why you're mad at me
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Wha, wha
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thang
And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Pull a high power coup make, you jump ship
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
I used to be scared of the dick now I throw lips to the shit
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
Shit, I never fought saw a nigga wha, pussy greased up
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
With the mafia thugs and all types of heat
While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin' mine
Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
You got it goin' on, wha wha
How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with me
That's why you're mad at me
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty one
That's why you're mad at me
Twenty four carats nigga that's when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga
But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin to eat
That's why you're mad at me
Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
Any type of threatens to pull shit
