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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.
niggas recognise freak bitches fantasise
Aah aah

Chorus: Lil

Uh one two y'all you know I 'cha
in the realms 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, 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 pussy like it's free
My GS3 perfectly
Lil get flour like the stems
Land's and Lexus' flexed the M-A-F-I-A
Blunts my day
Friday to Friday baby
stylus, sippin on Berry's iris
My be rich by sixteen
in CREAM, fuck a dollar 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 bitches
Nastiest, the flashiest, you got bust past your
Big fuck your bitch
Uhh uhh, while nigga take flicks
Uhh yeah M.A.F.I.A. clique

Chorus: Del Vec

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

Verse 2: Del Vec

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

Jamal

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

Chorus: B.I.G.

One two y'all, you know I 'cha
Step in the of Junior 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, a hand in all the time
My somewhat Shakesperian when I'm smeer-ien
to kissin my at my hearin-en
This day and age my rap is the plague
I married this shit, y'all niggas still
Turn to 360 waves
How 12 gauge feel sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n'
dippin money L in the green beamer
sippin on our way to see Katrina
She said she need a like me like Adina
Fucked her by mistake she had a twin Regina
I seen her, lights excite all the
Squirtin on curtains, lips, tits and
Compete, death, ya dead, ya die
Don't with B-I, that's that!