Junior M.A.F.I.A.

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(feat. Jamal, Notorious B.I.G.) [Intro: Lil' Kim] Ladies and Gentlemen You are now listening to the sounds of the Notorious B.I.G. and the Junior M.A.F.I.A. Jealous niggaz recognize, freak bitches fantasize Uhh, ahhh.. [Chorus: Lil' Cease] Uh, one two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, uhh Uhh, uhh, yo (Check it out!) [Verse 1: Lil' Cease] Easy livin, bitches givin pussy like it's free My GS3 gleams perfectly Lil' Cease get raw like the stems Land's and Lexus' flexed with the M-A-F-I-A Blunts make my day Friday to Friday stay bent baby Plus stylish, sippin on Bailey's Irish My wish - filthy rich by sixteen Swimmin in cream, fuck a dollar and a dream Song knockin on hoe's answerin machine, uhh True baller, bitch page might call her A little shorty but I like my bitches taller Nastiest, the flashiest You got blunts pass them shits while Big fuck your bitch, uhh, uhh While your nigga take flicks Uhh, yeah, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique [Chorus: Cheek Del Vec] One two y'all, you know I rock ya Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, you know I rock ya Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, you know I rock ya Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, uhh.. uhh.. uhh [Verse 2: Cheek Del Vec] I admit, back in the days I did stupid shit Now I changed, I'm into bigger and better things like rockin Cuban change, bitch copped the Range Del Vec was set with the Lex and diamond rings Pop Moet with my bitch when it rain Drink away the pain, got mad stress on my brain A little niggarole for dough Copped ki's across seas, in San Domingo From a Cuban kid named Sallio, sell mad perrico Coppin bout four bricks, then I called Nino Meet me at the airport, feds is on the stalk I almost got caught cause the dumb bitch talked How much you make and what we do and where we live at How much my Vee cost and where my cash stash at But the feds still couldn't get nuttin J.M. still stuntin and frontin [Chorus: Jamal] One two y'all, you know we rock ya Lil' Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, you know we rock ya Lil' Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, you know we rock ya Lil' Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, you know we rock ya, rock ya Lil' Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A. [Verse 3: Jamal] Mally G, the villian, keep niggaz feelin My trigger finger enhancin peelin your dome piece with the chrome piece fat I'll fuck around, black, catch a Mac to ya back Lethal weapon with the eighteen leather Scheamin, bustin on whoever out the Jetta Window, think slow sink low Fuckin with raw dog 'Mal you ain't know, ahh Remember this - funkabist lyricist Blow the premises out the frame wit this Killer seen with the guillotine shotty with Junior M.A.F.I.A. rockin ya whole fuckin spot Cockin the Glock, fifty, bust, hit the dust to spit shit murderous, huh Now do you think that you can fade Jamal, I fade dem all And if I have to kill 'em all, I shall [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.] One two y'all, you know I rocked ya Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, you know I rocked ya Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, you know I rocked ya Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A. One two y'all, uhh.. uhh.. uhh [Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.] I got that venom rhyme like Sprite got lemon lime Donna Carradine, keep her hair done all the time My rhyme, somewhat Shakespearean, blood I'm smearin in Tongue-kissin my lawyer, at my hearin In this day and age, my rap is like the plague I married this shit, y'all niggaz still engaged Turn blowouts to 360 waves How this 12 gauge feel sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n' dippin with money L in the green beamer Sippin Zima's, on our way to see Katrina She said she need a "Freak Like Me," like Adina Fucked her by mistake she had a twin named Regina I seen her, lights excite all the freaks Squirtin on curtains, lips, tits and sheets Compete, meet death, ya dead, ya die.. Don't fuck with B-I, that's that!

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