Junior M.A.F.I.A. Player's Anthem Lyrics

[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.]
n____z... b____es...
Uhh...

[Chorus: B.I.G.]
(n____z) Grab your d___ if you love hip-hop
(b____es) Rub your t__ties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
{This type of s___ it happens everyday}

[Lil' Cease]
Check it out, uhh
Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot?
Got mad guns up in the cabin
Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin s___
I make it happen, you got your a__ 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. click, thick like Luke dancers
n____z grab your gats, b____es take a glance at
the little one, pullin over in the Land Rover
Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all between the lines
A n____ act up, makes the b______ hard to find

[Chorus X2]

[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
s___ get drastic, I'm buryin ya b______s
Big Poppa never softenin
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
Leave the f___er coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my b____es
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 n____z since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'
s_____in ropes at the Roxie 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 n____z who started rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, n____z know the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
Runnin up in pretty b____es constantly
The Smalls b____, who the f___ it was supposed to be?

[Chorus X2]

[Lil' Kim]
I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my n____z 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
b____es squeeze your t__s, n____z grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals
Big Momma shoots the game to all you w______ 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 f___in n____ Biggie
b____es love the way I bust a rhyme
Cause they all in line screamin one more time
n____z, grab your d___s if you love hip-hop
b____es rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up!