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Lil Kim

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

Lil Caesar

Uh one two you know I rocked 'cha
Step in the realms of M.A.F.I.A.
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
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 pussy like it's free
My GS3 perfectly
Lil get flour like the stems
Land's and flexed with the M-A-F-I-A
Blunts my day
Friday to Friday baby
plus stylus, sippin on iris
My be rich by sixteen
Swimmin in CREAM, fuck a and a dream
Saw her knockin all ho's, a machine, uhh
True bawler, bitch might call her
A little shorty but I like my taller
Nastiest, the flashiest, you got bust your shit
Big fuck your bitch
Uhh uhh, while nigga take flicks
Uhh yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Cheek Del Vec

One two y'all, you know I ya
Step in the 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 shit
Now I changed, I'm in to bigger and things
like rockin Cuban change, bitch the range
Del Vec was set with the Lex and rings
Pop Moet with my bitch it rain
Drink the pain, got mad scars on my brain
A little nigga for dough
ki's across seas
and sent a memo
a Cuban kid named
mad pulito
Coppin 'bout four bricks I called Nino
me at the airport, feds is on the stalk
Almost got caught cos the bitch talked
How much you makin? we're doin, wouldn't live that
How much Moveet cost and where my stash at?
But the feds couldn't get nuttin
JM I'm still stuntin and

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
Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Verse 3:

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

Notorious B.I.G.

One two y'all, you know I 'cha
in the realms of Junior 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 rhymes somewhat Shakesperian I'm smeer-ien
to kissin my at my hearin-en
This day and age my rap is the plague
I married shit, y'all niggas still engaged
Turn to 360 waves
How 12 gauge feel sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n'
dippin with money L in the beamer
sippin on our way to see Katrina
She said she need a like me like Adina
her by mistake she had a twin named Regina
I seen her, lights excite all the
Squirtin on curtains, lips, tits and
Compete, death, ya dead, ya die
fuck with B-I, that's that!