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Jay-Z & Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics

Niggas (uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A) uh
This song is for the real hip hop heads

Bitches (uh), ha (uh), uh (blast that shit, son)
Let's turn it up and show our love for Big Poppa

(Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip hop
Real hip hop lovers know what's up

(Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
All the ladies love Big Poppa

Gotcha open off the words I say because
The lyrics are so raw they hit you deep

(This type of shit, it happens every day) Check it out, uh
This is just everyday hip hop life

Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
I smoke so much it's ridiculous

What are you a idiot?
Are you stupid? Can't you hear the fire in my rhymes?

Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
Pay attention to my sick rhymes

Got mad guns up in the cabin
I'm always strapped and ready for whatever

'Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin' and dabbin' shit
My crew is serious and we don't mess around

I make it happen, you got your ass caught
I always come out on top and make my haters fall

All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
I blaze through the streets in my ride

Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
If you try to cross me, you better watch your back

I blow up spots like little sisters
I destroy any competition that comes my way

G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite your nails to the cuticles
Others can't compare to my skill and talent

Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
My style is killer and beautiful at the same time

Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
My crew is always ready to roll deep

Niggas grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
Everybody better be ready for what's about to go down

The little one, pullin' over in the Land Rover
I'm always showing up in style

Playin' Big Willie style with a chauffeur, you know what I mean?
I'm living the high life with a driver and everything

Stack the green, read all between the lines (uh)
I'm getting paid and living large

A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find
If anyone tries to mess with me, they won't be around for long

(How you livin' Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
I'm living life with a crew of serious individuals

Heavy rollers, even the sheisty individuals
My crew is loaded and we don't mess with shady folks

Smokin' skunk and mad Phillies
We're living it up and doing what we want

Beatin' down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses (uh-huh)
We're taking out all the competition and getting rich

If robbery's a class, bet I pass it
I'm a pro at getting what I want

Shit get drastic, I'm buryin' you bastards
If anyone messes with me, they won't be around for long

Big Poppa never softenin'
I'm always on top and never backing down

Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin'
I'm even bold enough to rob a church for what I want

Leave the fucker coughin' up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
I'll take everything and leave them with nothing

Covered the wife, Kleenex for the kid's tears
I'll do whatever it takes to come out on top

Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches
All my ladies are dressed in high-end fashion

She whippin' my ride, countin' my one's, thinkin' I'm richest
I'm living the high life with my girl by my side

Just the way players play, all day, every day
I'm always on top and living large

I don't know what else to say
I'm basically just living the life and enjoying every moment

I've been robbin' niggas since Run and them was singin' "Here We Go"
I've been on top for a while and taking out the competition

Snatchin' ropes at the Roxie, homeboy, you didn't know my flow
I'm always getting what I want and nobody can stop me

Detrimental to your health
Mess with me and you won't live to see another day

Usually roll for self, I have son ridin' shotgun
I usually do things alone but always have my crew by my side

My mind's my nine, my pen's my MAC-10
My rhymes are deadly and should be taken seriously

My target, all you wack niggas who started rappin'
I'm taking out all the competition and coming out on top

Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggas know the half
My crew is serious and nobody messes with us

Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
I'm living the high life and enjoying all the luxuries

Runnin' up in pretty bitches constantly
I'm always surrounded by beautiful ladies

The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?
I'm on top and nobody can take me down

I used to pack MACs in Cadillacs
I used to keep guns in my car

Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggas backs (what?)
Now I'm all about pimping guns and watching out for my crew

Nines in the stores, Glocks in the bags
I'm always ready for whatever is thrown my way

Maxin' mini-markets, gettin' money with the Arabs (what?)
I'm getting rich and doing it in my own way

No question, confession, yes, it's the lyrical
My rhymes are serious and should be taken as such

Bitches squeeze your tits, niggas grab your genitals (uh)
Everybody should be feeling the fire in this song

Proteins and minerals, exclude subluminals
I only spit real rhymes and no subliminal messages

Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals (uh)
I'm laying it all out for everyone to hear

I kick the reali' with my peeps all day (ha)
I'm living it up and enjoying every moment

325's roll by with the windows down halfway
I'm always cruising in my ride and enjoying the breeze

D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy
I'm always dressed in the finest clothes and looking fly

It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin' nigga Biggie (what?)
I'm on top and nobody can take me down

Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme (ha-ha)
Ladies can't get enough of my rhymes

'Cause they all in line screamin' one more time
Everyone loves my music and wants more

Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip hop
Real hip hop heads feelin' this

Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up (uh)
Everybody should be feeling the fire in this song

(This type of shit, it happens every day)
This is just everyday hip hop life

(This type of shit, it happens every day)
This is just everyday hip hop life