Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Player's Anthem lyrics

n***as uh, b**hes ha uh (n***as) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop (b**hes) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because "This type of sh** it happens everyday" 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** I make it happen, you got your a** caught All you saw was fire, from the Honda Pa**port 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 k**ings, be the most beautiful Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers n***as grab your gats, b**hes take a glance at The little one, pullin over in the Land Rover Playin' Big Willie style with a chauffeur, yaknahmean? Stack the green, read all between the lines A n***a act up, makes the ba*tard hard to find (n***as) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop (b**hes) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because "This type of sh** it happens everyday" (n***as) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop (b**hes) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because "This type of sh** 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 Bada**es, cracks in stacks and ma**es If robbery's a cla**, bet I pa** it sh** get drastic, I'm buryin' ya ba*tards Big Poppa never softenin' Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin' Leave the f**er coughin' up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears Covered the wife, Kleenex for the kid's tears Versace wear, Moschino on my b**hes 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***as 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 n***as who started rappin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, n***as know the half Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths Runnin' up in pretty b**hes constantly The Smalls b**h, who the f** it was supposed to be? (n***as) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop (b**hes) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because "This type of sh** it happens everyday" (n***as) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop (b**hes) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because "This type of sh** it happens everyday" I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my n***as 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**hes squeeze your tits, n***as grab your genitals Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals I kick the reali' 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**in'' n***a Biggie b**hes love the way I bust a rhyme 'Cause they all in line screamin' one more time n***as, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop b**hes rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up