Junior M.A.F.I.A. — Players Anthem Original

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] (Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip-hop (Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens everyday [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit? What are you a idiot? Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's Got mad guns up in the cabin Cause Cease ain’t the one for the dibbin' and dabbin' shit I make it happen, you got your ass caught All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya I blow up spots like little sisters G’wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles Like Murray, my killings be the most beautiful Junior M.A.F.I.A. cliquе thick like Luke dancers Niggas grab your gats, bitchеs take a glance at The little one, pullin' over in the Land Rover Playin' Big Willie style with the chauffeur, yaknahmean? Stack the green, read all between the lines A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] (Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip-hop (Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens everyday (Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip-hop (Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens everyday [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] (How ya livin' Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals Heavy rollers, even the sheisty individuals Smokin' skunk and mad Phillies Beatin' down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses If robbery’s a class, bet I pass it Shit get drastic, I’m buryin' ya bastards Big Poppa never softenin’ Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offering Leave the fucker coughin' up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears Covet the wife, Kleenex for the kid's tears Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches She whippin' my ride, countin’ my one's, thinkin' I'm richest Just the way players play, all day everyday I don't know what else to say I've been robbin' niggas since Run and them was singin' Here We Go Snatchin' ropes at the Roxy, homeboy, you didn't know? My flow, detrimental to your health Usually roll for self, I have son ridin' shotgun My mind's my nine, my pen's my MAC-10 My target, all you wack niggas who started rappin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggas know the half Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths Runnin' up in pretty bitches constantly The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be? [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] (Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip-hop (Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens everyday (Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip-hop (Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens everyday [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] I used to pack MACs in Cadillacs Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggas backs Nines in the stores, Glocks in the bags Maxin' mini-markets, gettin' money with the Arabs No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical Bitches squeeze your tits, niggas grab your genitals Proteins and minerals, exclude subliminals Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals I kick the rilli with my peeps all day 325's roll by with the windows down halfway D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin' nigga Biggie Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme 'Cause they all in line screamin' one more time Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] (Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip-hop (Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens everyday (Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip-hop (Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because This type of shit it happens everyday [Verse 4: Kleptomaniac] Watching my back from left to right, got the semi gripped tight Gardens of evil, it's the devil's vision, we're smoking, there's a light Who can I trust? My minds engulfs my lust So I pack gats and watch set ups, what the fuck? You thought shit was sweet, bitch? Wet that ass up like shit falling in toilets Plans and plots, I spoiled it, on some hard boiled shit A kiss that you took for the cowards I'ma forfeit Niggas wanna run up, get done up, 3 shots to the stomach Creeping like TLC sweating me 'cause I be doing stickups Light shit up like Christmas Win battles like it was fixed I lived on in 96 My style's too crazy to understand Feds can't apprehend Klep raps, number one top felon Felony's the specialty, all the currencies Acrobatic kilos, peep the steelo Rows and rows of diamonds, I'm smiling Buck wilding, restaraunt white, It's playing violins Bitches sucking Moet off my dick Living lives of famous and rich artistic Italian links I've been getting loot since my duck duck goose days The coupe's the proof crime pays, lucrative ways as a bastard Flabbergasted, my lifestyle's filled with madness Klep stay attracting money, a magnet