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letra de intro - junior m.a.f.i.a.

[part 1: larceny]
woo! it’s john b. of w.b.i.g. new york. listen, y’all, it’s rainin’ cats and dogs out there!
they’re in trouble now

[part 2: larceny & trife]
–[“back stabbers” by junior m.a.f.i.a. plays]–
f-ck the police, so what?
yo (what’s up, man?), what them n-ggas around the corner hollerin’ about?
i don’t know, man, them n-ggas can’t swing those things on our corner no more, man, f-ck them n-ggas, man
yo, chill, man
i’m ’bout to go handle my business right now
you can handle that sh-t, but you gotta chill, man
nah, man, f-ck that
gotta slow down, man. you tryna move too quick, dog
whatever man. f-ck them n-ggas
yo, don’t move without me
d-mn it, ah

[part 3: larceny & bathroom man]
d-mn, yo ass stink! flush the toilet or somethin’! stinky motherf-cker, smelly ass!
f-ck you talkin’ about, n-ggas stink? your mother stink, motherf-cker! f-ck you!
shut the f-ck up!

[part 4: larceny & lil kim]
–[“brown sugar” by d’angelo plays]–
antoine, where the f-ck you think you going? it’s pouring down f-cking raining outside!
mind your business, hush up your nosy ass!
yeah, alright! let me find out you doing something you ain’t supposed to. you always doing something you ain’t supposed to!
ah, there you go. stay out of it, b!
yeah, okay, it’s pouring down, f-ckin’ midnight–

[part 5: lil kim & man]
–[sounds of men rolling dice]–
b-tch, what the f-ck is you talkin’ about? punch you in your motherf-ckin’ face!
you won’t punch n0body in the motherf-ckin’ face, you should’ve punched that n-gga in the face the other day when he said you couldn’t sell no motherf-cking drugs around here!
b-tch, get the f-ck out my face with that f-ckin’ bullsh-t! f-ck you, stinkin’ b-tch!
f-ck you talkin’ bout, stuppy? yeah alright, yeah alright, yeah…
yeah, you need to tell that sh-t to them little n-ggas from junior m.a.f.i.a

[part 5: man 2, man 3, & larceny]
ayo, check this sh-t out, son, man, them junior m.a.f.i.a. ass n-ggas, man, them n-ggas be violating dudes
word, son?
the n-ggas gon’ tell n-ggas n-ggas can’t hustle around here, get no money? yo, that’s my word. when we see them — yo, when i see that n-gga big, the snakes, lil’ kim, yo, i’m murderin’ them motherf-ckers. yo, f-ck them dukes, i ain’t got no love for them. i mean, for real, duke, that’s my word…
son, c’mon son. son, we gonna tear all them n-ggas up right now. son, come on, son, them n-ggas be frontin’ son. we gonna get all them fake ass thugs, we gonna put slugs in ’em, all of ’em, and when i catch that little b-tch kim, i’m putting my gat right in her musty p-ssy
ayo, didn’t i tell y’all n-ggas don’t come on my block no more, man?
–[gunshots leading to “white chalk”]–

- junior m a f i a

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