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