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letra de player's anthem (radio version) - junior m.a.f.i.a.

[intro: the notorious b.i.g.]
n-ggas (uh, junior m.a.f.i.a.), uh
b-tches (uh), ha (uh), uh (blast that sh-t, son)

[chorus: the notorious b.i.g.]
players, grab your if you love hip-hop
ladies, rub your ies if you love big poppa
gotcha open off the words i say because
this type of sh-t, it happens every day (check it out, uh)

[verse 1: 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’ shhhh
i make it happen, you got your ass caught
all you saw was fire from the honda passport
or the m.p., what if you see, then i miss ya
i blow up spots like little sisters
gwaan grit ya t–th, gwaan bite ya nails to the cuticles
like murray, my k!llings be the most beautiful
junior m.a.f.i.a. clique thick like luke dancers
players grab your gats, hunnies take a glance at
the little one, pullin’ over in the land rover
playin’ big willie style with the chauffeur, you know what i mean?
stack the green, read all between the lines
a fool act up, make the maggot hard to find
[chorus: the notorious b.i.g.]
players, grab your if you love hip-hop
ladies, rub your ies if you love big poppa
gotcha open off the words i say because
this type of, it happens every day
players, grab your if you love hip-hop
ladies, rub your ies if you love big poppa
gotcha open off the words i say because
this type of, it happens every day

[verse 2: the 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 badasses, cracks and stacks in masses
if robbery’s a class, bet i pass it
things get drastic, i’m buryin’ you b-st-rds
big poppa never softenin’
take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin’
leave the fool coughin’ up blood and his pockets like rabbit ears
covet the wife, kleenex for the kid’s tears
versace wear, moschino on my b-tches
she whippin’ my ride, countin’ my ones, thinkin’ i’m richest
just the way players play, all day, every day
i don’t know what else to say
i’ve been robbin’ fools since run and them was singin’ “here we go”
sn-tchin’ ropes at the roxy, 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 mc’s who started rappin’
junior m.a.f.i.a. steelo, people know the half
caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
runnin’ up in pretty hunnies constantly
the smalls, babe, who you thought it was supposed to be?
[chorus: the notorious b.i.g.]
players, grab your if you love hip-hop
ladies, rub your ies if you love big poppa
gotcha open off the words i say because
this type of, it happens every day
players, grab your d-cks if you love hip-hop
ladies, rub your ies if you love big poppa
gotcha open off the words i say because
this type of, it happens every day

[verse 3: lil’ kim]
i used to pack macs in cadillacs
now i pimp gats in the ac’s, watch my money stacks
nines in the stores, glocks in the bags
maxin’ mini-markets, gettin’ money with the arabs
ladies, shake your hips, players, grab your genitals
proteins and minerals, exclude subliminals
big momma shoots the game to all you w-ll–s and criminals
i kick the really 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 cilque, junior m.a.f.i.a. and biggie
fellas love the way i bust a rhyme
’cause they all in line screamin’, “one more time!”
playas, grab your if you love hip-hop
ladies rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up

- junior m a f i a

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