Player's Anthem
Junior M.A.F.I.A."Player's Anthem" is a song by Junior M.A.F.I.A., released in 1995 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:46 long and contains 90 lines and 599 words.
Lyrics
0:11Niggaz... b**ches...
0:17Uhh
0:21Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
0:24B**ches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
0:27Gotcha, open off the words I say because
0:31Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
0:34What are you a idiot?
0:36Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
0:38Got mad guns up in the cabin
0:40Cause Cease ain't the one for
0:42The dibbin and dabbin sh*t
0:43I make it happen, you got your a** caught
0:46All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
0:48Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
0:51I blow up spots like little sisters
0:53G'wan grit ya teeth,
0:54G'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles
0:57Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
0:59Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
1:02Niggaz grab your gats, b**ches take a glance at
1:05The little one, pullin over in the Land Rover
1:07Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?
1:10Stack the green, read all between the lines
1:13A ni**a act up, makes the bastard hard to find
1:16Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
1:18B**ches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
1:22Gotcha, open off the words I say because
1:26Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
1:29B**ches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
1:32Gotcha, open off the words I say because
1:37How ya livin Biggie Smalls?
1:38I'm surrounded by criminals
1:40Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals
1:43Smokin skunk and mad Phillies
1:45Beatin down Billy Badasses,
1:47Cracks in stacks and masses
1:49If robbery's a class, bet I pass it
1:51Sh*t get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards
1:54Big Poppa never softenin
1:56Take you to the church,
1:57Rob the preacher for the offerin
1:59Leave the f**ker coughin up blood,
2:01And his pockets like rabbit ears
2:02Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears
2:05Versace wear, Moschino on my b**ches
2:07She whippin my ride,
2:09Countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest
2:10Just the way players play,
2:12All day everyday
2:14I don't know what else to say
2:15I've been robbin niggaz since Run
2:17And them was singin 'Here We Go'
2:18Snatchin ropes at the Roxie
2:20Homeboy you didn't know
2:21My flow, detrimental to your health
2:23Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
2:26My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10
2:29My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin
2:32Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half
2:35Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
2:37Runnin up in pretty b**ches constantly
2:39The Smalls b**ch,
2:40Who the f**k it was supposed to be?
2:43Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
2:45B**ches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
2:48Gotcha, open off the words I say because
2:54Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop
2:56B**ches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
2:59Gotcha, open off the words I say because
3:04I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs
3:07Now I pimp gats in the Ac's,
3:09Watch my niggaz backs
3:10Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags
3:13Maxin mini-markets,
3:13Gettin money with the Arabs
3:16No question, confession,
3:17Yes it's the lyrical
3:18B**ches squeeze your tits,
3:20Niggaz grab your genitals
3:21Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals
3:24Big Momma shoots the game to
3:25All you Willies and criminals
3:26I kick the rilli with my peeps all day
3:29325's roll by with the windows down halfway
3:32D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy
3:35It's all about the Smalls and my f**kin ni**a Biggie
3:37B**ches love the way I bust a rhyme
3:40Cause they all in line screamin one more time
3:43Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop
3:46B**ches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up
Niggaz... b**ches... Uhh Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop B**ches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because 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 sh*t I make it happen, you got your a** 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 Niggaz grab your gats, b**ches take a glance at The little one, pullin over in the Land Rover Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean? Stack the green, read all between the lines A ni**a act up, makes the bastard hard to find Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop B**ches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop B**ches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because 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 Sh*t get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards Big Poppa never softenin Take you to the church, Rob the preacher for the offerin Leave the f**ker coughin up blood, And his pockets like rabbit ears Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears Versace wear, Moschino on my b**ches 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 niggaz 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 niggaz who started rappin Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths Runnin up in pretty b**ches constantly The Smalls b**ch, Who the f**k it was supposed to be? Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop B**ches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop B**ches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, Watch my niggaz 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 B**ches squeeze your tits, Niggaz grab your genitals Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals Big Momma shoots the game to All you Willies and criminals I kick the rilli 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 f**kin ni**a Biggie B**ches love the way I bust a rhyme Cause they all in line screamin one more time Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop B**ches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up
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