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

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Niggas... uh Bitches... ha Uh [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Slick Rick sample] (Niggas) grab your dicks 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 every day [Verse 1: Lil' Cease] 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 bеautiful Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique thick like Luke dancеrs Niggas grab your gats, bitches 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. & Slick Rick sample] (Niggas) grab your dicks 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 every day (Niggas) grab your dicks 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 every day [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', nigga Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offering, nigga 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 rich, it's Just the way players play, all day every day 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. & Slick Rick sample] (Niggas) grab your dicks 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 every day (Niggas) grab your dicks 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 every day [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, uh I kick the rilli with my peeps all day 325's roll by with the windows down halfway DKNY, oh my, I'm jiggy It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin' nigga Biggie (What?) 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, uh