Intro: Lil Kim
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Ladies and Gentlemen
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you are now listening of the sounds of The Notorious B.I.G. and the Junior
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M.A.F.I.A.
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Jealous niggas recognise freak bitches fantasise
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Aah aah
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Chorus: Lil Caesar
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Uh one two y'all you know I rocked 'cha
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Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
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One two y'all you know I rocked 'cha
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Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
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One two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha
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Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
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One two y'all, uhh, uhh, uhh uhh (Check it out!)
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Verse 1: Lil Caesar
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Easy livin, bitches givin pussy like it's free
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My GS3 gleams perfectly
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Lil Cae's get flour like the stems
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Land's and Lexus' flexed with the M-A-F-I-A
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Blunts make my day
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Friday to Friday stay-be baby
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plus stylus, sippin on Berry's iris
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My windfall- be rich by sixteen
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Swimmin in CREAM, fuck a dollar and a dream
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Saw her knockin all ho's, dancin a machine, uhh
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True bawler, bitch case might call her
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A little shorty but I like my bitches taller
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Nastiest, the flashiest, you got bust past your shit
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while Big fuck your bitch
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Uhh uhh, while your nigga take flicks
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Uhh yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique
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Chorus: Cheek Del Vec
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One two y'all, you know I rock ya
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Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
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*repeat x2*
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One two y'all, uhh uhh uhh
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Verse 2: Cheek Del Vec
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I admit back in the days I did stupid shit
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Now I changed, I'm in to bigger and better things
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like rockin Cuban change, bitch copped the range
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Del Vec was set with the Lex and diamond rings
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Pop Moet with my bitch when it rain
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Drink away the pain, got mad scars on my brain
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A little nigga rolled for dough
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Copped ki's across seas
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and sent a memo from
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a Cuban kid named Sallio
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selled mad pulito
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Coppin 'bout four bricks then I called Nino
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Meet me at the airport, feds is on the stalk
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Almost got caught cos the dumb bitch talked
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How much you makin? What we're doin, wouldn't live that
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How much Moveet cost and where my cash stash at?
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But the feds still couldn't get nuttin
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JM I'm still stuntin and frontin
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Chorus: Jamal
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One two y'all, you know we rock ya
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Little Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A.
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*repeat x2*
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One two y'all, you know we rock ya, rock ya
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Little Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A.
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Verse 3: Jamal
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Mally G a villian, keep niggas feelin
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my trigger finger enhancin peelin
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ya dome piece with the chrome piece fat
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I'll fuck around, black, catch a Mac to ya back
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Lethal weapon with the eighteen leather
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Schemin, bustin on whoever I can ejecta
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Window, think slow sing low
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Fuckin with Row Dog Mall you ain't know, aah
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Remember this funkabist lyricist
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Blow the premises out the frame wit this
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killer seen with the guillotine shotty
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with Junior M.A.F.I.A. rockin ya fuckin spot
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Cockin the Glock, fifty bust, hit the dust
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This spit shit murderous
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Huh, now do you think that you can fade Jamal, I fade dem all
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and if I have to kill em all, I sure
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Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.
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One two y'all, you know I rocked 'cha
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Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
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*repeat x2*
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One two y'all, uhh uhh uhh
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Verse 4: Biggie
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I got that venom rhyme like Sprite got lemon lime
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Dina Carradine, keep a hand in all the time
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My rhymes somewhat Shakesperian when I'm smeer-ien
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to kissin my lawyer at my hearin-en
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This day and age my rap is like the plague
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I married this shit, y'all niggas still engaged
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Turn blowouts to 360 waves
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How this 12 gauge feel sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n'
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dippin with money L in the green beamer
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sippin zimas on our way to see Katrina
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She said she need a freak like me like Adina
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Fucked her by mistake she had a twin named Regina
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I seen her, lights excite all the freaks
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Squirtin on curtains, lips, tits and sheets
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Compete, meet death, ya dead, ya die
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Don't fuck with B-I, that's that!
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Realms Of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
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| Lil' Kim |
