Player's Anthem Lyrics - Singles - Junior M.a.f.i.a

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 everyday" 

Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit? 

What are you a idiot? 

Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's 

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, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles 

Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful 

Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, 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 a chauffeur, yaknahmean? 

Stack the green, read all between the lines 

A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find 

(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 everyday" 

(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 everyday" 

(How ya livin' Biggie Smalls?) 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, 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 offerin' 

Leave the fucker coughin' up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears 

Covered the wife, Kleenex for the kid's tears 

Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches 

She whippin' my ride, countin' my one's, thinkin' I'm richest 

Just the way players play, all day everyday 

I don't know what else to say 

I've been robbin' niggas since Run and them was singin' "Here We Go" 

Snatchin' ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know my flow, 

Detrimental to your health 

Usually roll for self, I have son ridin' shotgun 

My mind's my nine, my pen's 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 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 everyday" 

(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 everyday" 

I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs 

Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggas backs 

Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags 

Maxin' mini-markets, gettin' money with the Arabs 

No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical 

Bitches squeeze your tits, niggas grab your genitals 

Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals 

Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals 

I kick the reali' with my peeps all day 

325's roll by with the windows down halfway 

D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy 

It's 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