Roxanne Shante - Big Mama Lyrics

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[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 Shant ain't about no games

Matter of fact yo I'mma start calling off names

First up there's 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-

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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[Hook]

[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 Shant 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

Shant'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]

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