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Niggas uh, ha uh

(Niggas) Grab your if you love hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say
"This type of shit it everyday"

Now who smoke more blunts than a little
are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I spit M1's
Got mad guns up in the
'Cause Cease the one for the dibbin' and dabbin' shit
I it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire, the Honda Passport
Or the M.P., what if you see, I miss ya
I blow up like little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the beautiful
M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
Niggas grab your gats, bitches take a at
The little one, pullin over in the Rover
Playin' Big style with a chauffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, all between the lines
A nigga act up, the bastard hard to find

(Niggas) Grab your dick if you hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big
Gotcha, open off the words I say
"This type of shit it everyday"

(Niggas) Grab your dick if you hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big
Gotcha, open off the I say because
"This type of shit it everyday"

(How ya livin' Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers even the individuals
Smokin' skunk and mad
Beatin' Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
If robbery's a class, bet I it
get drastic, I'm buryin' ya bastards
Big Poppa softenin'
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the
Leave the fucker coughin' up blood, and his like rabbit ears
Covered the wife, Kleenex for the tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my
She whippin' my ride, countin' my one's, thinkin' I'm
the way players play, all day everyday
I don't know what to say
I've been robbin' niggas since Run and was singin' "Here We Go"
Snatchin' ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't my flow,
Detrimental to your
Usually roll for self, I son ridin' shotgun
My mind's my nine, my pen's my
My target, all you wack niggas who started
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, know the half
for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
Runnin' up in pretty bitches
The bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?

(Niggas) Grab dick if you love hip-hop
(Bitches) Rub your titties if you Big Poppa
Gotcha, off the words I say because
"This type of shit it everyday"

(Niggas) Grab your dick if you love
(Bitches) Rub titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, off the words I say because
"This of shit it happens everyday"

I to pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, my niggas backs
Nines in the stores, in the bags
Maxin' mini-markets, gettin' money the Arabs
No question, confession, yes it's the
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggas grab genitals
Proteins and minerals, excluse
Big Momma shoots the game to all you and criminals
I kick the reali' with my all day
325's roll by with the windows down
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm
all about the Smalls and my fuckin'' nigga Biggie
Bitches love the way I a rhyme
'Cause all in line screamin' one more time
Niggas, grab your if you love hip-hop
Bitches rub-a-dub in the of the club, straight up