Lyrics:
[Intro: Lil' Kim]
Ladies and Gentlemen
You are now listening to the sounds
of the Notorious B.I.G. and the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Jealous niggaz
the backyard
There'll be cameras on their shoulders
We'll be readin' cue cards
Leave them long johns on the line
If the kids look dirty, that'll be just fine
nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
He's a kaleidoscope to look in a
Black men and white women
Sometimes together make exotic
Looking children
But mixed race kids become fixated
what they want
Count 5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on makin' money
I hope you don't think my story's amazin'
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it
nickel-plated burners
And my bitch, swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks, I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home in
I'm the youngin' hoes tryna make a baby with
'Cause it'll make 'em rich
Know I'm headed to the money, so these funny little girls wanna take a trip
you're a rich nigga
But you never stop bein' a nigga
And if you get to be educated you just an educated nigga
(I can dig it!)
It's plain to see, you can't
And when there's no more wind we'll find you been gamblin'
With everybody's cash - kid your ass is doin' time
Junior, you've got big shoes to fill
I
Ladies and Gentlemen
You are now listening to the sounds
Of The Notorious BIG and the Junior MAFIA
Jealous niggas recognize
Freak bitches fantasize
the crib
Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze
Looking at your ice like geez!
I'm plotting on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese
I
the crib
Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze
Looking at your ice like geez!
I'm plotting on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese
I
Ladies and gentlemen
This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch
I feel for you, I'm with you, I'm with you, brother
the backyard
There'll be cameras on their shoulders
We'll be readin' cue cards
Leave them long johns on the line
If the kids look dirty, that'll be just fine
a friend for? Through rich and through poor
Kinda like a marriage balanced on a different floor
A friend could tell you things that he wouldn't tell
my son I give it all to him
(The Birdman junior I'm the son of a stunna)
Mannie Fresh, Jazze Phezzy this our summer
500 Degreez got rich off the four
persistent, plus I flow too vicious
Bout to expose you hoes, this shit is too twisted
Rappers be actin', like they rich or somethin'
When they get robbed
Chorus: Lil Caesar
One two y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
*repeat x2*
One two y'all, uh, uh
Easy livin, bitches
Nigga, you scary
I've been knowin' you for years
We was high school peers, in junior high
I was itchin' to kill
And you was ready to die
While you
get nothing from me
I stay in the Mall, spendin' rich chicks' money
Tricked on her friend so her friend want to fuck me
That one named Huddy, W
a young rich nigga flip up flippin', whoa
S.L.I.M.E. yeah, I wipe your nose
Wipe it, wipe it, wipe it
I get that pussy and I just demolish, -molish,
happenin'
Got the kids in the school gettin' raped and molested
Under-funded, unprotected no wonder they tested
And the lowest percentage rate,
In my
Work hard and pay all the bills them
Buy yuh house pick one of the hills them
We Fly out live like we a pilgrims
Me wah put a kid inside, educated love
Early every morning on Tin Pan Alley, you could hear 'em rattlin' round
Old Jefferson the trash man and his little boy, Junior Brown.
Man, he was
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