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!!!