THE ANTHEM
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Niggas (uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A) uh
Bitches (uh), ha (uh), uh (blast that shit, son)

(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 every day) Check it out, uh
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 your 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, you know what I mean?
Stack the green, read all between the lines (uh)
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find

(Niggas) grab your dicks 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 every day) uh
(Niggas) grab your dicks 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 every day) uh

(How you 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 (uh-huh)
If robbery's a class, bet I pass it
Shit get drastic, I'm buryin' you 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, every day
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 dicks 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 every day)
(Niggas) grab your dicks 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 every day)

I used to pack MACs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggas backs (what?)
Nines in the stores, Glocks in the bags
Maxin' mini-markets, gettin' money with the Arabs (what?)
No question, confession, yes, it's the lyrical
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggas grab your genitals (uh)
Proteins and minerals, exclude subluminals
Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals (uh)
I kick the reali' with my peeps all day (ha)
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 (what?)
Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme (ha-ha)
'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 (uh)

Overall Meaning

The Anthem, a song by Junior M.A.F.I.A featuring The Notorious B.I.G, talks about the love for hip hop and the celebration of the gangsta lifestyle. The lyrics of the chorus "Niggas grab your dicks if you love hip hop, Bitches rub your titties if you love Big Poppa" creates an image of the rapper's prowess and control over his audience. The song showcases the aggressive nature of the artiste's persona, with lyrics that stress his dominance over his adversaries. He boasts about his ability to smoke more blunts than anyone and his skilful ability to rap, with lines such as "listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's got mad guns up in the cabin."


In the second verse, he sings about Biggie Smalls' lifestyle, surrounded by criminals, heavy rollers, and shady individuals, smoking skunk and mad Phillies. The choruses remain the same in both verses, emphasizing the rapper's dominance and control over the audience.


The Anthem draws inspiration from Brooklyn's gangster lifestyle in the '90s, a time that saw gangsta rap take the hip hop world by storm. The song established Junior M.A.F.I.A as a crew to be reckoned with in the music industry, a recognition that they received almost a year later when they released their debut album.


Line by Line Meaning

Niggas (uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A) uh
Addressing men, Junior M.A.F.I.A is being referenced as well.


Bitches (uh), ha (uh), uh (blast that shit, son)
Addressing women, indicating for the music to start playing.


(Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip hop
Showing appreciation for hip-hop culture by grabbing genitalia if it's relatable.


(Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
Showing appreciation for the artist named Big Poppa by rubbing breasts if he's appreciated.


Gotcha open off the words I say because
Establishing that listeners are affected by the music.


(This type of shit, it happens every day) Check it out, uh
Pointing out the content as a regular occurrence.


Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
Who smokes more marijuana than a small amount?


What are you a idiot?
Asking the previous question in an insulting manner.


Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
Listen attentively to the spoken words like machine guns.


Got mad guns up in the cabin
Possessing many firearms in a secured area.


'Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin' and dabbin' shit
Referring to someone named Cease because they're not fit for certain activities.


I make it happen, you got your ass caught
Being responsible for an event that resulted in someone being caught.


All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
Only visible thing was flames due to the fast-moving vehicle named Honda Passport.


Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
Making sure not to miss someone who could see them, utilizing a firearm named M.P.


I blow up spots like little sisters
Exploding places just like siblings of low age.


G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite your nails to the cuticles
Encouraging tooth grinding and nail biting all the way to the cuticles.


Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
Similar to someone named Murray, my acts of violence are stunning.


Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
Junior M.A.F.I.A. group is close and tight like dance crew Luke dancers.


Niggas grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
Men should hold their guns, women should observe.


The little one, pullin' over in the Land Rover
The small member of the group is driving a Land Rover and pulling over.


Playin' Big Willie style with a chauffeur, you know what I mean?
Acting in the fashion of the affluent with a driver, understanding what's implied.


Stack the green, read all between the lines (uh)
Accumulate wealth and comprehend hidden messages.


A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find
Disruptive behavior can cause someone to become harder to locate.


(Niggas) grab your dicks if you love hip hop
Showing appreciation for hip-hop culture by grabbing genitalia if it's relatable.


(This type of shit, it happens every day) uh
Pointing out the content as a regular occurrence.


(How you livin' Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Asking Biggie Smalls about his living situation and responding that there are many shady characters around.


Heavy rollers, even the sheisty individuals
Even shady individuals are involved with significant amounts of money.


Smokin' skunk and mad Phillies
Smoking strong marijuana and low-quality cigars.


Beatin' down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses (uh-huh)
Defeating those who are viewed as tough, maintaining stacks of cash and large quantities of drugs.


If robbery's a class, bet I pass it
If the topic was how to commit robbery, I would be successful.


Shit get drastic, I'm buryin' you bastards
If things seem desperate, I'll eliminate enemies.


Big Poppa never softenin'
Big Poppa never becomes weak or less aggressive.


Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin'
Going to the church and stealing the collection basket.


Leave the fucker coughin' up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
Causing the victim to cough up blood and his pockets resemble bunny ears.


Covered the wife, Kleenex for the kid's tears
Protecting the spouse, wiping the kids' eyes with tissues.


Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches
Wearing luxury brands like Versace and dressing women in Moschino.


She whippin' my ride, countin' my one's, thinkin' I'm richest
Driving his car for him, counting his money, and assuming he's very wealthy.


Just the way players play, all day, every day
Regular players maintain consistency all day, every day.


I don't know what else to say
I've said everything I wanted to say.


I've been robbin' niggas since Run and them was singin' "Here We Go"
Engaging in robberies since the music group Run-D.M.C's song "Here We Go" was released.


Snatchin' ropes at the Roxie, homeboy, you didn't know my flow
Taking gold chains at the Roxie, and you didn't realize I was capable.


Detrimental to your health
Something dangerous or harmful to one's well-being.


Usually roll for self, I have son ridin' shotgun
Typically, I operate alone, but my son is accompanying me as a passenger.


My mind's my nine, my pen's my MAC-10
My thoughts function as a gun, and my writing is the equivalent to a weapon named MAC-10.


My target, all you wack niggas who started rappin'
Those who are poor rappers and started the profession are my intended audience.


Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggas know the half
Junior M.A.F.I.A. demonstrates a particular attitude, and some individuals understand my reference.


Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
Eating fancy food for breakfast, and bathing in a tub filled with champagne bubbles.


Runnin' up in pretty bitches constantly
Being with attractive women often.


The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?
Stating the artist name Biggie Smalls, questioning who could compare to him.


(This type of shit, it happens every day)
Pointing out the content as a regular occurrence.


(This type of shit, it happens every day)
Pointing out the content as a regular occurrence.


I used to pack MACs in Cadillacs
Previously carried guns in Cadillacs.


Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggas backs (what?)
Currently, I sell guns and watch over my friends in Acuras.


Nines in the stores, Glocks in the bags
Keeping firearms in stores, carrying Glocks in bags.


Maxin' mini-markets, gettin' money with the Arabs (what?)
Relaxing in convenience stores while receiving money from Arab owners.


No question, confession, yes, it's the lyrical
No doubts, confessing that I possess lyrical skills.


Bitches squeeze your tits, niggas grab your genitals (uh)
Arousal is prompted, with women squeezing their breasts and men grabbing their genitalia.


Proteins and minerals, exclude subluminals
Remain healthy and avoid hidden messages.


Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals (uh)
Giving advice to criminals and gangsters, indicated by the nickname Big Momma.


I kick the reali' with my peeps all day (ha)
Spending time with close friends and being genuine.


325's roll by with the windows down halfway
Cars with the model number 325 pass by with their windows slightly open.


D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy
Wearing clothing brand DKNY, looking good, and feeling stylish.


It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin' nigga Biggie (what?)
It's all about Biggie Smalls and his friend.


Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme (ha-ha)
Women appreciate the way I perform rap verses.


'Cause they all in line screamin' one more time
Asking for an encore.


Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip hop
Showing appreciation for hip-hop culture by grabbing genitalia if it's relatable.


Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up (uh)
Women dance in the back of the club.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Christopher Wallace, Harvey Fuqua, James Kowan Lloyd, Kimberly Jones, Lottie Wiggins, Rodolfo Antonio Franklin

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