Junior M.A.F.I.A. — Throw Down Your Guns

[Verse 1: Lil' Cease] Ayo it's Cease-A-Leo the king back again for more dough Got my moms all in my business like K-Solo Hooked up with the M.A.F.I.A., imprinted the logo Reset the mojo, everything's a go-go 7 figure deal whether it's group or solo Hooked up with gangsters all across the borough Get down and lay down, this is B.K., hello, haha Yo, it's the M-A-F-I-A, the boys is back With big clips and guns, the boys with MACs He bring it to any nigga, you won't fall with rats And my music so dope you should call it smack Ever since shorty left, you thought the boys was wack Thought I was never gon' pop, thought I'd never get back I got my gat, you got your's, but you not gonna clap, so [Verse 2: Larceny] Uh, I ain't into sucker shit, holmes, I'm into bigger and better things Bigger and better chains, bigger and better rings, nigga It's Bang Bang, I invented that city slang Get your pussy wet, pop-pop with the chitty-bang, nigga I recite the hottest shit, make the city sing My lyrics to provocative, I make the whole city band When it come to work, I make the whole city bang When it come to work, yo, I be moving the damn thing, so Believe it or not, believe it, I'm hot Bet believe any type of drug you need it, I got Get that coke, get that crack, get that E on that spot And that fishscale sold, for what you need it, I got While I'm sitting in the both with the heaters on cock 16's in the clip, when I squeeze it, ya drop Motherfucker, stop tryna be something you're not [Verse 3: Kleptomaniac] Yo, yo, I could hit the same island like 20 times Jet across friendly skies Leave gun stores -- check in the vault -- surprise FIrst class, cross-leg, suit like a bad telly