Junior M.A.F.I.A. — Lets Get It On Remix

[Verse 1: Lil' Cease] Uh Yo, I call my connect, get it sent across the border Chop it up, bag it in bundles of all quarters I might just hold it and sell weight Have my shit pumpin all across the tristate Nigga I'ma gangsta, I'm the word to define great You's a old-timer, you a hustler design late Shit, I got my own company, why should I hate? My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate Did a couple years in the pen, I don't sign state A nigga had a brick and the stash on the highway I'm always on time like Ja Rule and Ashanti Ya boy on the grind like it's Friday to Friday A nigga like me cherish days like I'm Sade No time for the bullshit, no time for the foul play Now I'ma boss, I'ma do this shit my way So nigga what you want? [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh [Verse 2: Banger] Yo, yo I got that work that the Africans stepped on, the pope blessed on The 2 for 5's, the whole hood slept on Don't kept growin toes, never got stepped on Nowadays, nigga recognized I'm a real don Since Big passed, is when the fame and the thrill's gone Left 3 mill on the block, and I'm still on Niggas see my face when the real's on I do the stealin, but I never get stoled on My life is like Cash Money bitch when I roll on And anytime I lay wit a bitch is wit no clothes on It's hard doin' right, cuz all my life I did so wrong Pissed, I popped shit like Monica, I'm so gone After fame comes success, now that my team's strong Nowadays, I don't need a shoulder to lean on Just put me in the booth, give me a mic to scream on And any gun I pack got its infrared beam on So nigga what you want? [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga Let's get it on, nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs Disappear with my bitch in a Mitsubishi Eclipse Read my lips, I kill you Blood'll spill too, did I say thank you I grant you three wishes cause I be the genie Niggas is assed out like fat bitches in bikinis Read between the lines see what I see I see the diary of a sick bastard Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers on the hips Bought coke to flip chips, bought slugs to fill clips Flipping coke in corner store bodegas In the back room playing Sega, Street Fighter II I'm inviting you, bring your writing crew and they dopest rhymes I get up in that ass every time Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable Getting mad blunted in the 600 Benz, ask your friends who's the illest Licking shots, niggas screaming "Biggie Smalls tried to kill us" [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga It don't stop, it don't stop, watch the hit nigga [Chorus] Junior M.A.F.I.A., representing Buck-Town MAC-11s cocked back, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine The cream, earrings, you know the drama Biggie birng Let's get it on nigga, let's get it on nigga, uh