[Verse 1] Save all the drama Cause here comes the Big Mama Any bitch who rip Shante, I bomb her Cause y'all weak-ass hoes got me fed up So hookers, get your gloves, and yo, let's go head up Wall to wall y'all, all will fall I don't stall cause in this brawl, it's winner takes all A title bout for all the clout Any hooker trying to step to this, it's lights out One hit, your head split, throat slit Think you're Miss It, but I started this shit At 14 years old I was going gold While I was on tour, you was touring the ho stroll Sucking dicks and turning tricks to get a quick fix While I was putting dope hits in the mix Ripping shows with Kane and Biz Markie Fucking up Roxanne and taking out Sparky Niggas came in flocks from blocks and blocks To watch the Rox knock bitches out the box And every place I played, I headlined Strictly big names on the topic read mine The q-u-double e-n Queen of emceeing Whenever I flow it's poetry in Motion, so you can save all the drama And get the fuck out the way, here comes the Big Mama
[Hook] (Mama - mama - Aww!) (I gave birth to most of them MC's)
[Verse 2] Rhymes are deadly, so hooker, write out your will Here comes the queen foot-first to your grill Reciting poems that hit like boulders Smacking your head dead off your motherfucking shoulders So nip all the talk in a bud This ain't no game, boy, I came to draw blood At any hag thinking that she could last with me It only takes one blast, and that ass'll be Wrecked, ruined, damaged, ripped Cross my path, your ass'll get whipped Cause Shanté ain't about no games Matter of fact, yo, I'mma start calling off names First up is Latifah You roll up, and I'mma smoke that ass like reefer Cause you ain't never in life been a star to me Sold the fuck out trying to go R&B Now that shit is shady You say ladies first, well I'm the first lady And all y'all hoes are phoney Try to get flipped, I'mma rip you and your girl Monie You're illegitimate, tryin to get a little bit And I'm about sick of that 'Monie-in-the-middle'-shit Your album cold garbage Had one good jam, now you think you a star, bitch Breaking your neck trying to be in the limelight But give you a mic, and you can't even rhyme right So get the fuck off the scene Cause I got a M-16 that says 'Shante's the queen' And all you bitches got your style from me The capital S-h-a-n-t-é Used to go to my show, analyze how the sound flow On the down low, fuck around, lay around, ho So save all the drama And make room for the Big Mama
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[Verse 3] The real queen's in effect Whenever I come, yo, I come correct And niggas give me the utmost due respect And any hag that try to last 'll cold get smoked like marijuana cause her ass is grass I dig ditches for you bitches While I collect riches and give you a head full of stitches Cause in a beef I don't sleep or lollygag Sending you hags off-stage in a bodybag Cause Shanté is a rebel You say you're lyte as a rock, you get crushed like a pebble One word, and I'mma bag her Watch the bitch stagger, cause I don't dig the bulldagger To me a butch don't deserve a mic in hand Somebody tell her to stop acting like a man She needs somethin real thick to help her out quick (What?) And that's a good piece of dick Now as for that West Coast slut With fake-ass hair, contacts, and a padded butt Instead of "stompin to tha 90s", use your brain And stomp your ass down to Jack LaLane You better hurry and hop on a diet plan And keep the pork chops out the frying pan Yeah, I said it, so what? You roll up, slut, you get a fucking gun buck to your gut I'm bringing tears to all my peers I ain't new, I been doin this shit for ten years Bring any ho, and I'll wreck her I rip the nicest, from Isis down to Salt-N-Pepa And now you know that I'm the star of the show, ho While I get dough, you're giving up the yo-yo You say a nigga can't play with it You got another job? Well bitch, you better stay with it Cause you ain't shit in this here Shanté's the queen, and I'm making it clear Kicking flavors the way it's supposed to be That's why no other emcees coming close to me I leave em all in the dust From crumbs to crust It's a must that all opponents get bust So get the fuck off the stage and save all the drama And make room for the Big Mama
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
