You got it goin' on, wha wha
 Uh, wha wha
 You got it goin' on, wha wha
 Uh, wha wha
 You got it goin' on, wha wha
 Uh, wha wha
 You got it goin' on, wha wha

[Verse One: Lil' Kim]
 I used to be scared of the [bad word]  Now I throw lips to the [bad word]  Handle it like a real [bad word]  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, it's a Big Momma thing
 Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings
 That's how many times I wanna [bad word]  twenty-one
 And another one, and another one, and another one
 24 carots [bad word]  That's when I'm [bad word] wit' the average [bad word]  Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
 Don'tcha like the way I roll
 And play wit' my bushy
 Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the [bad word]  Is it marriage 
 Baby carriage 
 [bad word] no, on a dime [bad word] is mine
 Got to keep [bad word]  all the time 
 [bad word] (Lil' Cease, Lil' Kim)]
 Killas be quiet, my [bad word] bring the riots
 Tough talk, tough walk, [bad word] is tired
 You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
 That's why your mad at me

 Killas be quiet, my [bad word] bring the riots
 Tough talk, tough walk, [bad word] is tired
 You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
 That's why your mad at me

[Verse Two: Jay Z]
 How B.I.G. and 'Un' [bad word] you in the studio with me
 Don't they know I'm tryin' to  you continuosly
 Pull a high power Coup make, you jump ship 
 Leave who you wit', 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 [bad word]  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 niggas, but I like the sound
 Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures
 [bad word] 

 Killas be quiet, my [bad word] bring the riots
 Tough talk, tough walk, [bad word] is tired
 You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
 That's why your mad at me

 Killas be quiet, my [bad word] bring the riots
 Tough talk, tough walk, [bad word] is tired
 You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
 That's why your mad at me

[Verse Three: Lil' Kim]
 Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's
 Big scooped a young [bad word] off her knees
 Threw me at high priced Beam's
 Face on tv's, platinum CD's
 [bad word]  I never faught
 Saw a [bad word] whah, [bad word] greased up
 Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
 What the [bad word]  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, [bad word]  wit da Don
 Push the keys, G's threes for pape's
 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
 Ya'll strategy misses still plannin weddin's
 M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the [bad word]  Any type of threatens to pull [bad word]  uh
 [bad word] 

[repeat x4:]
 Killas be quiet, my [bad word] bring the riots
 Tough talk, tough walk, [bad word] is tired
 You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
 That's why your mad at me