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junior m.a.f.i.a. – player’s anthem (original) كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
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’ sh_t
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 t__th, g’wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
like murray, my k!llings be the most beautiful
junior m.a.f.i.a. cliquе thick like luke dancers
n_ggas grab your gats, b_tchеs take a glance at
the little one, pullin’ over in the land rover
playin’ big willie style with the chauffeur, yaknahmean?
stack the green, read all between the lines
a n_gga act up, makes the b_st_rd hard to find

[chorus: the notorious b.i.g.]
(n_ggas) grab your d_ck if you love hip_hop
(b_tches) rub your titties if you love big poppa
gotcha, open off the words i say because
this type of sh_t it happens everyday
(n_ggas) grab your d_ck if you love hip_hop
(b_tches) rub your titties if you love big poppa
gotcha, open off the words i say because
this type of sh_t it happens everyday
[verse 2: the 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
sh_t get drastic, i’m buryin’ ya b_st_rds
big poppa never softenin’
take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offering
leave the f_cker coughin’ up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
covet the wife, kleenex for the kid’s tears
versace wear, moschino on my b_tches
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_ggas since
run and them was singin’ here we go
sn_tchin’ ropes at the roxy, 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_ggas who started rappin’
junior m.a.f.i.a. steelo, n_ggas know the half
caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
runnin’ up in pretty b_tches constantly
the smalls b_tch, who the f_ck it was supposed to be?
[chorus: the notorious b.i.g.]
(n_ggas) grab your d_ck if you love hip_hop
(b_tches) rub your titties if you love big poppa
gotcha, open off the words i say because
this type of sh_t it happens everyday
(n_ggas) grab your d_ck if you love hip_hop
(b_tches) rub your titties if you love big poppa
gotcha, open off the words i say because
this type of sh_t it happens everyday

[verse 3: lil’ kim]
i used to pack macs in cadillacs
now i pimp gats in the ac’s, watch my n_ggas 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_tches squeeze your tits, n_ggas grab your genitals
proteins and minerals, exclude subliminals
big momma shoots the game to all you w_ll__s 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_ckin’ n_gga biggie
b_tches love the way i bust a rhyme
’cause they all in line screamin’ one more time
n_ggas, grab your d_cks if you love hip_hop
b_tches rub_a_dub in the back of the club, straight up
[chorus: the notorious b.i.g.]
(n_ggas) grab your d_ck if you love hip_hop
(b_tches) rub your titties if you love big poppa
gotcha, open off the words i say because
this type of sh_t it happens everyday
(n_ggas) grab your d_ck if you love hip_hop
(b_tches) rub your titties if you love big poppa
gotcha, open off the words i say because
this type of sh_t it happens everyday

[verse 4: kleptomaniac]
watching my back from left to right, got the semi gripped tight
gardens of evil, it’s the devil’s vision, we’re smoking, there’s a light
who can i trust? my minds engulfs my l_st
so i pack gats and watch set ups, what the f_ck?
you thought sh_t was sweet, b_tch?
wet that ass up like sh_t falling in toilets
plans and plots, i spoiled it, on some hard boiled sh_t
a kiss that you took for the cowards i’ma forfeit
n_ggas wanna run up, get done up, 3 shots to the stomach
creeping like tlc sweating me ’cause i be doing stickups
light sh_t up like christmas
win battles like it was fixed i lived on in 96
my style’s too crazy to understand
feds can’t apprehend klep raps, number one top felon
felony’s the specialty, all the currencies
acrobatic kilos, peep the steelo
rows and rows of diamonds, i’m smiling
buck wilding, restaraunt white, it’s playing violins
b_tches sucking moet off my d_ck
living lives of famous and rich artistic italian links
i’ve been getting loot since my duck duck goose days
the coupe’s the proof crime pays, lucrative ways as a b_st_rd
flabbergasted, my lifestyle’s filled with madness
klep stay attracting money, a magnet

- junior m a f i a

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