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Lil Kim

Ladies and
you are now listening of the sounds of The Notorious B.I.G. and the
M.A.F.I.A.
Jealous niggas recognise bitches fantasise
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 know I 'cha
Step in the realms of M.A.F.I.A.
One two y'all, you know I 'cha
Step in the realms of M.A.F.I.A.
One two y'all, uhh, uhh, uhh uhh (Check it out!)

1: Lil Caesar

Easy livin, bitches givin pussy it's free
My GS3 gleams
Lil Cae's get like the stems
Land's and Lexus' flexed the M-A-F-I-A
Blunts my day
Friday to Friday stay-be
plus stylus, sippin on Berry's
My windfall- be rich by
Swimmin in CREAM, fuck a dollar and a
Saw her knockin all ho's, a machine, uhh
True bawler, bitch case might her
A little but I like my bitches taller
Nastiest, the flashiest, you got bust past your
while Big fuck bitch
Uhh uhh, while your nigga take
Uhh yeah M.A.F.I.A. clique

Chorus: 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 and better things
like rockin change, bitch copped the range
Del Vec was set with the Lex and diamond
Pop Moet with my when it rain
Drink the pain, got mad scars on my brain
A little nigga rolled for
Copped across seas
and sent a memo
a kid named Sallio
mad pulito
Coppin four bricks then I called Nino
Meet me at the airport, is on the stalk
Almost got caught cos the bitch talked
How much you What 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 still and frontin

Jamal

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

Verse 3:

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

Chorus: B.I.G.

One two y'all, you I rocked '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 Sprite got lemon
Dina Carradine, keep a hand in all the
My somewhat Shakesperian when I'm smeer-ien
to kissin my at my hearin-en
day and age my rap is like the plague
I married this shit, y'all niggas engaged
Turn blowouts to 360
How this 12 gauge feel sittin on ya tongue, on ya 'n'
dippin with money L in the green
zimas on our way to see Katrina
She said she need a freak like me like
her by mistake she had a twin named Regina
I seen her, lights all the freaks
Squirtin on curtains, lips, and sheets
Compete, death, ya dead, ya die
Don't fuck B-I, that's that!