grab your dick if you love hip-hop
 rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
This type of shit it happens everyday
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 ain’t 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
G’wan grit ya teeth, gwan bite ya nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings be the most beautiful
Junior M.A.F.I.A. cliquе thick like Luke dancers
Niggas grab your gats, bitchеs take a glance at
The little one, pullin over in the Land Rover
Playin Big Willie style with the chauffeur, yaknahmean?
Stack the green, read all between the lines
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find
 grab your dick if you love hip-hop
 rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
This type of shit it happens everyday
 grab your dick if you love hip-hop
 rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
This type of shit it happens everyday
 Im surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers, even the sheisty individuals
Smokin skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses
If robbery’s a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, I’m buryin ya bastards
Big Poppa never softenin’
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offering
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 everyday
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?
 grab your dick if you love hip-hop
 rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
This type of shit it happens everyday
 grab your dick if you love hip-hop
 rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
This type of shit it happens everyday
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 rilli 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
 grab your dick if you love hip-hop
 rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
This type of shit it happens everyday
 grab your dick if you love hip-hop
 rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha, open off the words I say because
This type of shit it happens everyday
Watching my back from left to right, got the semi gripped tight
Gardens of evil, its the devils vision, were smoking, theres a light
Who can I trust? My minds engulfs my lust
So I pack gats and watch set ups, what the fuck?
You thought shit was sweet, bitch?
Wet that ass up like shit falling in toilets
Plans and plots, I spoiled it, on some hard boiled shit
A kiss that you took for the cowards Ima forfeit
Niggas wanna run up, get done up, 3 shots to the stomach
Creeping like TLC sweating me cause I be doing stickups
Light shit up like Christmas
Win battles like it was fixed I lived on in 96
My styles too crazy to understand
Feds cant apprehend Klep raps, number one top felon
Felonys the specialty, all the currencies
Acrobatic kilos, peep the steelo
Rows and rows of diamonds, Im smiling
Buck wilding, restaraunt white, Its playing violins
Bitches sucking Moet off my dick
Living lives of famous and rich artistic Italian links
Ive been getting loot since my duck duck goose days
The coupes the proof crime pays, lucrative ways as a bastard
Flabbergasted, my lifestyles filled with madness
Klep stay attracting money, a magnet