Big Momma

Big mama’s got a gun.
She’ll point it at you for fun.

Never underestimate her ability to shoot.
She’s about her business and her loot.

She’ll come off sweet as honey when she wants your money.

Her gift of gab is like money in the bag.

When she laughs nothings funny.
Once again she’s about her money.
She’s conjuring up a scheme to make you feel relaxed and at ease.

She’ll give you a shot of the best she’s got. Henney on the rocks with some knockout drops.

The party isn’t over till big mama shoots.
She’ll make you jump out your timbaland boots.

She’ll take your money, your jewelry and your weed too.  

Big mama has struck again without knocking boots.

When she leaves she struts,
She doesn’t run.
She does her dirty deeds with her stilettos on.

This is a lesson,
Beware of with who you’re messing.
Beware of the woman that carries a smith and Wesson.


Big mama is on the run.
She’s holding close her gun.
Don’t come at her unless you want some!
She took under the wrong one.

He thought they were lovers,
He promised to put her 6 feet under.
Watch out who you take under.

The hood is talking.
Her home he’s stalking.

He now knows what she’s about.
She’s losing her clout.
He wants to take her out.
Big mama is not going out with a bang.

She holds her gun as though it was her man.
She’s devising a plan.
Only a person that’s on the run would understand.

She decided to confront the man,
With a gun in her hand.
Never con a con he said.
Never underestimate a woman with a gun in her hand she said.

Big mama is not going anywhere.
I’m not the type of woman you can scare.
Take your best shot with your beat up Glock.

Boom boom to the chest.
Big mama just laid you to rest.