Kenny Ortiz - Player's Anthem lyrics

[Produced by DJ Clark Kent] [Hook: The Notorious BIG] (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" [Verse One: 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 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. clique 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 chaffeur, yaknahmean? Stack the green, read all between the lines A n***a act up, makes the ba*tard hard to find [Hook: The Notorious BIG] (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" [Verse 2: 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 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 Covet 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? [Hook: The Notorious BIG] (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" [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] 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 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**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