Lyrics Player's Anthem - Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Niggaz
bitches
Uhh
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
This
type
of
shit
it
happens
everyday
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
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
This
type
of
shit
it
happens
everyday
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
This
type
of
shit
it
happens
everyday
(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?
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
This
type
of
shit
it
happens
everyday
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
This
type
of
shit
it
happens
everyday
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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