Niggas , uh
Bitches , ha , uh 
Niggas, grab your dick if you love hip-hop
Bitches, rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
This type of shit, it happens every day 
Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot? Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1s
Got mad guns up in the cabin
Cause Cease aint the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit
I make it happen, you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire from the Honda Passport
Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
I blow up spots like little sisters
Gwaan grit ya teeth, gwaan bite ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings be the most beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique thick like Luke dancers
Niggas grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
The little one, pullin over in the Land Rover
Playin Big Willie style with the chauffeur, you know what I mean?
Stack the green, read all between the lines
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find
Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
Bitches, rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
This type of shit, it happens every day
Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
Bitches, rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
This type of shit, it happens every day
How ya livin Biggie Smalls? Im surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers, even the sheisty individuals
Smokin skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks and stacks in masses
If robberys a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, Im buryin you bastards
Big Poppa never softenin
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
Leave the fucker coughin up blood and his pockets like rabbit ears
Covet the wife, Kleenex for the kids tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches
She whippin my ride, countin my ones, thinkin Im richest
Just the way players play, all day, every day
I dont know what else to say
Ive been robbin niggas since Run and them was singin Here We Go
Snatchin ropes at the Roxy, homeboy, you didnt know?
My flow, detrimental to your health
Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
My minds my nine, my pens my MAC-10
My target, all you wack niggas who started rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggas know the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly
The Smalls, bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?
Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
Bitches, rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
This type of shit, it happens every day
Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
Bitches, rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
This type of shit, it happens every day
I used to pack MACs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Acs, watch my niggas backs
Nines in the stores, Glocks in the bags
Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs
No question, confession, yes its the lyrical
Bitches, squeeze your tits, niggas, grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals, exclude subliminals
Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals
I kick the really with my peeps all day
325s roll by with the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, Im jiggy
Its all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie
Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme
Cause they all in line screamin, One more time!
Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up