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