Let’s Get it On Junior M.A.F.I.A.

[Verse 1: Lil' Cease]
Uh
Yo, I call my connect, get it sent across the border
Chop it up, bag it in bundles of all quarters
I might just hold it and sell weight
Have my shit pumpin all across the tristate
Nigga I'ma gangsta, I'm the word to define great
You's a old-timer, you a hustler design late
Shit, I got my own company, why should I hate?
My paper long as fuck, high as a pie steak
And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate
Did a couple years in the pen, I don't sign state
A nigga had a brick and the stash on the highway
I'm always on time like Ja Rule and Ashanti
Ya boy on the grind like it's Friday to friday
A nigga like me cherish days like I'm Sade
No time for the bullshit, no time for the foul play
Now I'ma boss, I'ma do this shit my way
So nigga what you want?

[Chorus: Lil' Cease]
I got my own company, why should I hate?
My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State
And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate
Did a couple years in the pen, I don't sign state
I got my own company, why should I hate?
My paper long as fuck, high as Empire State
And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate
Did a couple years in the pen, I don't sign state