Player's Anthem Karaoke Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Karaoke Player's Anthem Junior M.A.F.I.A. feat. The Notorious B.I.G.

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Song key: Gm

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Lyrics of Player's Anthem

I see the big flew your busta line let's fly
Yo what's the flava on the mic check
You're wassup honey what's that baby mmh hmm
Uh, Mafia, uh, uh
Players grab your if you love hip hop
Ladies rub your if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
This type o' happens everyday
Now who smokes more blunts than a little bit
What are you a idiot listen to the lyrics I spit like M one
Got mad guns up in the cabin 'cos Cease ain't the one for the dippin' and dabbin'
I make it happen you got your ass caught
All you saw was fire from the Honda Passport
Or the MP what did you see then I miss ya
I blow up spots like little sista
Grind grit ya teeth g'wans bite ya nails to the cuticle
Like Murray my killings be's the most beautiful
Junior Mafia click thick like Luke dancers
Players grab your gats honies take a glance at
The looks you want pullin' over in the Land Rover
Playin' Big Willie style with the chaffeur
You know what I mean stack the green read all between the lines
A fool act up make the maggot hard to find
Players grab your if you love hip hop
Ladies rub your if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
This type o' happens everyday
Players grab your if you love hip hop
Ladies rub your if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
This type o' happens everyday
I'm 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 then I passed it
Things get drastic I'm buryin' ya bastards
Big Poppa never softenin' take you to the church rob the preacher of the offering
Leave the fool coughin' up blood
And his pockets like rabbit ears
Comfort the wife Kleenex for the kid's tears
Versace wear Moschino for my misses
She whippin' my ride countin' my ones thinkin' my britches
Just the way players play all day everyday
I don't know what else to say
I've been Robbin' fools since Run and them was singin' here we go
Snatchin' ropes at the Roxie homeboy
You didn't know my flow detrimental to your ho
Usually roll for self I have son ridin' shotgun
My mind's my nine my pen's my Mac ten
My target all you emcees who started rappin'
Junior Mafia's deal don't people know the half
Caviar for breakfast champagne bubble bath
Runnin' up the pretty honies constantly
The Smalls baby who you thought it was supposed to be
Players grab your if you love hip hop
Ladies rub your if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
This type o' happens everyday
Players grab your if you love hip hop
Ladies rub your if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
This type o' happens everyday
I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs there were
Pimp gats in the Axe watchin' money stacks
Nines in the stores glocks in the bags
Maxin' mini marts gettin' money with the Arabs
Pressure confession yes it's the lyricals
Ladies shake your hips players grab your genitals
Proteins and minerals exclude subliminals
Big momma shoots the game to all you real easy criminals
I kick the rilly with my peeps all day
Two twenty five roll by with the windows down halfway
D K N Y oh my I'm jiggy it's all about the click
Junior Mafia and Biggie
Fellas love the way
I bust a rhyme
'Cos they all in line screamin' one more time
Players grab your if you love hip hop
Ladies rub a dub in the back of the club straight up
Uh, Junior Mafia, yeah nine five for the uh
Lil' Dude Cease Lil' Dude Kim
Big Poppa in the wooh
Yeah, we're givin' a straight to your life
You know what I'm sayin' and it's own and it's own own
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