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Lil Kim

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

Lil Caesar

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

Verse 1: Lil

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

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 shit
Now I changed, I'm in to and better things
rockin Cuban change, bitch copped the range
Del Vec was set the Lex and diamond rings
Pop with my bitch when it rain
Drink the pain, got mad scars on my brain
A little nigga rolled for
ki's across seas
and sent a from
a kid named Sallio
selled mad
Coppin 'bout bricks then I called Nino
Meet me at the airport, is on the stalk
got caught cos the dumb bitch talked
How much you makin? What we're doin, wouldn't live
How Moveet cost and where my cash stash at?
But the feds couldn't get nuttin
JM I'm still and frontin

Chorus:

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

3: Jamal

Mally G a villian, niggas feelin
my finger enhancin peelin
ya dome piece the chrome piece fat
fuck around, black, catch a Mac to ya back
Lethal weapon with the eighteen
Schemin, on whoever I can ejecta
Window, think sing low
Fuckin with Row Dog Mall you know, aah
Remember funkabist lyricist
the premises out the frame wit this
killer seen with the shotty
with Junior M.A.F.I.A. rockin ya spot
Cockin the Glock, bust, hit the dust
This shit murderous
Huh, now do you think that you can fade Jamal, I dem all
and if I to kill em all, I sure

Notorious 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 lime
Carradine, keep 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 like the
I married this shit, y'all still engaged
Turn to 360 waves
How this 12 gauge sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n'
with money L in the green beamer
sippin on our way to see Katrina
She said she need a freak me like Adina
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!