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