Karaoké Player's Anthem Junior M.A.F.I.A. & The Notorious B.I.G.

I see the big flew your busta line let's fly

Yo what's the flava on the mic check

You're wassup honey what's that baby mmh hmm

Uh, Mafia, uh, uh

Players grab your if you love hip hop

Ladies rub your if you love Big Poppa

Gotcha open off the words I say because

This type o' happens everyday

Now who smokes more blunts than a little bit

What are you a idiot listen to the lyrics I spit like M one

Got mad guns up in the cabin 'cos Cease ain't the one for the dippin' and dabbin'

I make it happen you got your ass caught

All you saw was fire from the Honda Passport

Or the MP what did you see then I miss ya

I blow up spots like little sista

Grind grit ya teeth g'wans bite ya nails to the cuticle

Like Murray my killings be's the most beautiful

Junior Mafia click thick like Luke dancers

Players grab your gats honies take a glance at

The looks you want pullin' over in the Land Rover

Playin' Big Willie style with the chaffeur

You know what I mean stack the green read all between the lines

A fool act up make the maggot hard to find

Players grab your if you love hip hop

Ladies rub your if you love Big Poppa

Gotcha open off the words I say because

This type o' happens everyday

Players grab your if you love hip hop

Ladies rub your if you love Big Poppa

Gotcha open off the words I say because

This type o' happens everyday

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 then I passed it

Things get drastic I'm buryin' ya bastards

Big Poppa never softenin' take you to the church rob the preacher of the offering

Leave the fool coughin' up blood

And his pockets like rabbit ears

Comfort the wife Kleenex for the kid's tears

Versace wear Moschino for my misses

She whippin' my ride countin' my ones thinkin' my britches

Just the way players play all day everyday

I don't know what else to say

I've been Robbin' fools since Run and them was singin' here we go

Snatchin' ropes at the Roxie homeboy

You didn't know my flow detrimental to your ho

Usually roll for self I have son ridin' shotgun

My mind's my nine my pen's my Mac ten

My target all you emcees who started rappin'

Junior Mafia's deal don't people know the half

Caviar for breakfast champagne bubble bath

Runnin' up the pretty honies constantly

The Smalls baby who you thought it was supposed to be

Players grab your if you love hip hop

Ladies rub your if you love Big Poppa

Gotcha open off the words I say because

This type o' happens everyday

Players grab your if you love hip hop

Ladies rub your if you love Big Poppa

Gotcha open off the words I say because

This type o' happens everyday

I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs there were

Pimp gats in the Axe watchin' money stacks

Nines in the stores glocks in the bags

Maxin' mini marts gettin' money with the Arabs

Pressure confession yes it's the lyricals

Ladies shake your hips players grab your genitals

Proteins and minerals exclude subliminals

Big momma shoots the game to all you real easy criminals

I kick the rilly with my peeps all day

Two twenty five roll by with the windows down halfway

D K N Y oh my I'm jiggy it's all about the click

Junior Mafia and Biggie

Fellas love the way

I bust a rhyme

'Cos they all in line screamin' one more time

Players grab your if you love hip hop

Ladies rub a dub in the back of the club straight up

Uh, Junior Mafia, yeah nine five for the uh

Lil' Dude Cease Lil' Dude Kim

Big Poppa in the wooh

Yeah, we're givin' a straight to your life

You know what I'm sayin' and it's own and it's own own

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