Player’s Anthem (Radio Version) Junior M.A.F.I.A.

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Niggas (Uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A.), uh
Bitches (Uh), ha (Uh), uh (Blast that shit, son)

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Players, grab your if you love hip-hop
Ladies, rub your ies if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
This type of shit, it happens every day (Check it out, uh)

[Verse 1: Lil' Cease]
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' shhhh
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
Gwaan grit ya teeth, gwaan bite ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings be the most beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique thick like Luke dancers
Players grab your gats, hunnies take a glance at
The little one, pullin' over in the Land Rover
Playin' Big Willie style with the chauffeur, you know what I mean?
Stack the green, read all between the lines
A fool act up, make the maggot hard to find