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Lil Kim

Ladies and
you are now of the sounds of The Notorious B.I.G. and the Junior
M.A.F.I.A.
niggas recognise freak bitches fantasise
Aah aah

Chorus: Lil

Uh one two y'all you I rocked 'cha
in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
One two y'all you know I rocked
in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
One two y'all, you know I 'cha
Step in the of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
One two y'all, uhh, uhh, uhh uhh (Check it out!)

1: Lil Caesar

Easy livin, bitches givin pussy like it's
My GS3 gleams
Lil Cae's get flour the stems
and Lexus' flexed with the M-A-F-I-A
Blunts my day
Friday to Friday baby
plus stylus, on Berry's iris
My windfall- be by sixteen
Swimmin in CREAM, fuck a and a dream
Saw her all ho's, dancin a machine, uhh
True bawler, bitch case call her
A little shorty but I like my taller
Nastiest, the flashiest, you got past your shit
while Big your bitch
Uhh uhh, while nigga take flicks
Uhh Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique

Cheek Del Vec

One two y'all, you know I ya
in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
x2*
One two y'all, uhh uhh uhh

Verse 2: Del Vec

I admit back in the days I did stupid
Now I changed, I'm in to bigger and better
like Cuban change, bitch copped the range
Del Vec was set the Lex and diamond rings
Pop Moet my bitch when it rain
away the pain, got mad scars on my brain
A little rolled for dough
Copped ki's seas
and a memo from
a Cuban kid Sallio
mad pulito
Coppin 'bout four bricks I called Nino
Meet me at the airport, is on the stalk
Almost got cos the dumb bitch talked
How much you makin? we're doin, wouldn't live that
How much cost and where my cash stash at?
But the still couldn't get nuttin
JM I'm stuntin and frontin

Jamal

One two y'all, you we rock ya
Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A.
x2*
One two y'all, you we rock ya, rock ya
Little and Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Verse 3:

Mally G a villian, keep feelin
my trigger enhancin peelin
ya dome piece with the chrome fat
I'll fuck around, black, catch a Mac to ya
weapon with the eighteen leather
Schemin, bustin on whoever I can
Window, think slow low
Fuckin with Row Dog you ain't know, aah
Remember funkabist lyricist
Blow the premises out the wit this
seen with the guillotine shotty
with Junior M.A.F.I.A. rockin ya spot
Cockin the Glock, bust, hit the dust
This spit shit
Huh, now do you think that you can Jamal, I fade dem all
and if I have to kill em all, I

Notorious B.I.G.

One two y'all, you know I 'cha
Step in the realms of M.A.F.I.A.
x2*
One two y'all, uhh uhh uhh

Verse 4:

I got that venom rhyme like got lemon lime
Dina Carradine, a hand in all the time
My somewhat Shakesperian when I'm smeer-ien
to my lawyer at my hearin-en
This day and age my rap is like the
I married this shit, y'all niggas still
Turn to 360 waves
How this 12 gauge sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n'
dippin with money L in the green
sippin zimas on our way to see
She said she need a freak me like Adina
her by mistake she had a twin named Regina
I seen her, lights excite all the
Squirtin on curtains, lips, and sheets
Compete, death, ya dead, ya die
Don't fuck with B-I, that!