1st Verse:
A lyrical ruckus has erupted
and fucked wit` yo` manhood
When I get up and start bustin
niggas just be like *ugh*
get out my way, from this day on I put a dent in this shit
I know a lot of bitches thought it, but mama`s endin` this shit
been in this shit
My aim is to disfigure yo` style
and put it to sleep because the industry don`t need no freaks
meanwhile, my clique is settin` up shop on yo` block
and KLC got every car, bumpin` these ignorant knocks
Fuck them cops, and the mics, bitch I know my shit`s tight
just show us pain from the street, is what them niggas like
No half-steppin`, my hooptie is a legend, shall we talk numbers?
Pull my bankbook out, and watch these figures stun ya, run ya
Why you niggas be lyin` on records?
Hoes barrin` marked hoes from D.O`s to I don`t know, but check it
why y`all fakin` tha funk?
I raise my right hand trust, everything you see wit` No Limit
belongs to us, let`s get straight
Chorus: Mystikal
Let`s get it straight, you gon` know her when you see her
that`s mama, the biggest mama, mama Mia
(2 Times)
2nd Verse:
Now I`m unlady like, my verses hit yo` ears like Boo-Yah!!
I wear the pants in every freestyle stance with my verbal hoo-ride
do I, ever slack up on that ass? Hell no
I threw the K well away, so it`s so swell it stays so
what you know about me is just I`m `bout it, `bout it
and that our mob`s T-R-U because they rowdy, rowdy, no doubt
Hey those beats, was meant for me like a cellmate
my brown lips fucked the piss out his 8-0-8
Drum kicks, and then they creep like TLC
and hella fast with O-Down, Mo B. Dick and Craig B
The beats, by the pound, nigga, best beware
y`all ain`t even comin` close to what they puttin` out there
My mama, got the drama, for any hoe, but mainly all
you Milli Vanilli hens who ain`t got no pen better know
No Limit, I represent it, in a minute, to win it
with the gold and platinum finish
Let`s get it straight
Chorus
3rd Verse:
Late niggas be writin` all kinds of fucked up shit
about my family
P, Silkk, C, and my tank doggs, but we ain`t even trippin
punk critics, nah, you almost cryin`, we`ll buy up every
publication and put you out a job, you still shy, everyday
nigga think we can`t?
Contemplate before you come to walk against a tank
I`m tellin` you one more gin`, may have you where I want
but best keep hidin` behind them pen names cuz I know
you don`t, wanna see us, because you wish, for a grant
you hit. One mo` time hoe, and yo` ass gon` meet the
fish, of the M-I-Crooked letter-Crooked letter-I
Humpback, humpback, I ain`t lyin
We on a mission, wit` nothin` but ebonics comin` through
yo` system, flippin` rocks for phonics, but it`s crime
because you listenin
And you bob yo` head, better than a hooker, but yo` jealousy
got you hatin` sayin` I woulda`, they shoulda`, they coulda what?!
We got the plat-screen property ebbin` us, but most of all
we still black owned and independent, let`s get it straight!
Chorus: Both
[Mystikal] Let`s get it straight, you gon` know her when you see her
that`s mama, the biggest mama, Mama Mia
Get it straight, you gon` know her when you see her
that`s mama, the baddest mama, Mama Mia
Get it straight, you gon` know her when you see her
that`s mama, the biggest, baddest mama, Mama Mia
Get it straight, Get it Straight!
[Mia X] Tru...No Limit...Mama Mia...
[Mystikal] So the next time you say Yo Mama,
you better slow down, and think about what you doin`!
[Mia X] I`m out this bitch!!!
