Lyrics to Big Mama
Save all the drama
Cause here comes the Big Mama
Any bitch rip Shanne, I'll 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 world it's winner takes all
A title bout for all the clout
Any hooker try to step to this, it's lights out
One hit your head splits, throat slits
Think your 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 show
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 MC-ing
Whenever I flow it's poetry in motion
So save all the drama
And get the fuck out the way, here comes the Big Mama

[Chorus]
(Mama, mama, aww!)
I gave birth to most them MCs

Rhymes are deadly
So hooker write out your will
Here comes the queen foot first to your grill
Reciting poems that hit like boulders
Slapping your head dead off of your motherfucking shoulders
So nip all the talk in the bud
This ain't no game, boy, I came to draw blood
And any hag thinking that she can last with me
It only takes one blast and that ass will be
Wrecked, ruined, damaged, ripped
Cross my path, your ass will get whipped
Cause Shante ain't about know games
Matter of fact, yo, I'ma start calling off names
First up is Latifah
You roll up, and I'ma 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 y'all hoes are phony
Try to get flip and I'ma rip you and your girl Monie
You illegitimate, trying 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 lime light
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 Shannie's the queen
And all you bitches got your star from me
The capital S-H-A-N-T-E
Use 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

[Chorus]

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 tries to last
Will 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 lolly gag
Sending you hags offstage in a body bag
Cause Shante is a rebel
You say you're Lyte as a rock, you get crushed like a pebble
One word, and I'ma bag her
Watch the bitch stagger, cause I don't dig the bull dagger
To me, a butch don't deserve a mic in hand
Somebody tell her to stop acting like a man
She need something real thick to help her out (What?)
And that's a good peace of dick
And as for that west coast slut
With fake-ass hair, contacts, and a padded butt
Instead of stomping to the 90's, use your brain
And stomp your ass down to Jack Lelane
You need to 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 gum but to your gut
I'm bring tears to all my peers
I ain't new, I've been doing this shit for ten years
Bring any ho, and I'll wreck her
I'll rip the nicest from Isis down to Salt-N-Pepa
And now that 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 gotta another job? Well, bitch, you better stay with it
Cause you ain't shit in this here
Shante's the queen and I'm making it clear
Kicking flavors the way it's supposed to be
That's why no other MC's 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
Cause here comes the Big Mama

[Chorus]
Songwriters: FRIERSON, RICHARD A/SMITH, JAMES TODD/WILLIAMS, MEGAN
Publisher: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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