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Player's Anthem
(专辑: Conspiracy - 1995)
[Notorious B.I.G.:] Junior M.A.F.I.A. Niggaz... bitches... Uhh [Chorus: B.I.G.] (Niggaz) 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 [Slick Rick:] "This type of shit it happens everyday" [Verse 1: Lil' Ceasar] Check it out, uhh 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. click, thick like Luke dancers Niggaz grab your gats, bitches 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
nigga act up, makes the
bastard hard to find [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: 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
offerin Leave the
fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears Covered 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 niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go' Snatchin 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 niggaz who started rappin Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz 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: x2] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] I
used to pack Macs in Cadillacs Now I
pimp gats in the
Ac's, watch my niggaz 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, niggaz grab your genitals Proteins and minerals, excluse 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 Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop Bitches rub-a-dub in the
back of the
club, straight up
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