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Junior M.A.F.I.A. Lyrics
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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
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)
The lyrics to Junior M.A.F.I.A.'s "Player's Anthem" speak about the lavish lifestyle of Biggie Smalls and his crew. The song opens with the instruction for "niggas" to grab their genitals if they love hip-hop and for "bitches" to rub their breasts if they love Big Poppa. The lyrics describe the crew's love for smoking blunts and their penchant for carrying guns. The song focuses on the crew's confidence and prowess, with lyrics emphasizing their ability to protect themselves and their power when committing crimes. The chorus repeats the opening instruction for the audience to grab their genitals or breasts.
The lyrics' braggadocious nature mirrors the rap genre's use of lyrics intended to assert dominance and confidence, a central tenet of hip-hop. Junior M.A.F.I.A.'s use of explicit language reinforces the notion that hip-hop is a genre that's unafraid of confronting social issues like violence, drugs, or objectification of individuals, regardless of their gender or ethnicity. The song's explicit language is a reflection of the era when it was released, in the mid-1990s, a period when hip-hop music was challenging mainstream cultural norms.
The song also speaks to the power of hip-hop to bring people together from diverse backgrounds, as evidenced by the diverse group of people dancing together in the music video. The song's message of unity is further reinforced by the line, "it's all about the Smalls and my fuckin' nigga Biggie," referencing Biggie Smalls' role as a prominent figure in the hip-hop community, who had a considerable impact on the genre with his storytelling, lyricism, and vocal delivery.
Line by Line Meaning
Niggas (uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A) uh
Junior M.A.F.I.A is speaking to the male listeners
Bitches (uh), ha (uh), uh (blast that shit, son)
Junior M.A.F.I.A is speaking to the female listeners and encouraging them to dance
(Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip hop
If you love hip hop, show it by grabbing your crotch
(Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa
If you love Big Poppa, show it by rubbing your breasts
Gotcha open off the words I say because
Listeners are intrigued by the words in the song
(This type of shit, it happens every day) Check it out, uh
The type of content in the song is common in hip hop
Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
The rapper is questioning who smokes more weed than him
What are you a idiot?
The rapper is questioning the intelligence of anyone who thinks they smoke more weed than him
Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
Pay attention to the words the rapper is saying
Got mad guns up in the cabin
The rapper has a lot of guns in his car
'Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin' and dabbin' shit
Cease is not involved in any illegal activities
I make it happen, you got your ass caught
The rapper is successful in his criminal activities while others get caught
All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport
The rapper's car was shooting flames
Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya
If the rapper sees you, he won't hesitate to harm you
I blow up spots like little sisters
The rapper causes chaos like little siblings do
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite your nails to the cuticles
Be anxious and nervous like biting your nails
Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
The rapper's violent acts are performed with skill
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers
The group is unified like dancers in an African dance troupe led by Luke
Niggas grab your gats, bitches take a glance at
Men should grab their guns and women should look around
The little one, pullin' over in the Land Rover
The rapper is driving a Land Rover
Playin' Big Willie style with a chauffeur, you know what I mean?
The rapper is living extravagantly with a driver
Stack the green, read all between the lines (uh)
Make money while being smart about it
A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find
If someone causes trouble, they are likely to disappear
(How you livin' Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Biggie Smalls is living among dangerous people
Heavy rollers, even the sheisty individuals
Biggie Smalls is surrounded by wealthy and dishonest people
Smokin' skunk and mad Phillies
Biggie Smalls is smoking high-quality weed cigarettes
Beatin' down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses (uh-huh)
Biggie Smalls is fighting and making money through illegal activities
If robbery's a class, bet I pass it
Biggie Smalls is skilled at stealing
Shit get drastic, I'm buryin' you bastards
The rapper is willing to kill to protect himself
Big Poppa never softenin'
Big Poppa is always tough
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin'
Big Poppa would even steal from a church
Leave the fucker coughin' up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
Big Poppa would violently steal from someone and leave them penniless
Covered the wife, Kleenex for the kid's tears
Big Poppa is cruel enough to also harm family members of his victims
Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches
The rapper and his women wear expensive designer clothes
She whippin' my ride, countin' my one's, thinkin' I'm richest
The rapper's woman counts his money thinking he's rich
Just the way players play, all day, every day
It's the lifestyle of players to live lavishly
I don't know what else to say
No more needs to be said
I've been robbin' niggas since Run and them was singin' "Here We Go"
The rapper has been stealing from people since the days of Run DMC
Snatchin' ropes at the Roxie, homeboy, you didn't know my flow
The rapper was stealing jewelry from people at the Roxie and no one knew
Detrimental to your health
It's dangerous to mess with the rapper
Usually roll for self, I have son ridin' shotgun
The rapper usually goes alone, but this time he has a partner
My mind's my nine, my pen's my MAC-10
The rapper's thoughts and words are as powerful as his guns
My target, all you wack niggas who started rappin'
The rapper hates poorly skilled rappers
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggas know the half
The group's style is known and respected
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
The rapper lives a luxurious life with expensive food and baths
Runnin' up in pretty bitches constantly
The rapper sleeps with many beautiful women
The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?
The rapper is questioning who else would live like he does
I used to pack MACs in Cadillacs
The rapper used to carry guns in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggas backs (what?)
The rapper now sells guns while driving Acuras and watches over his friends
Nines in the stores, Glocks in the bags
The rapper's guns are hidden in stores and bags
Maxin' mini-markets, gettin' money with the Arabs (what?)
The rapper is involved in illegal activities with Arab people
No question, confession, yes, it's the lyrical
The rapper is confident in his skills
Bitches squeeze your tits, niggas grab your genitals (uh)
Show excitement for the song by touching yourself
Proteins and minerals, exclude subluminals
The rapper's bars contain only real content and no hidden messages
Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals (uh)
Big Momma is giving advice to people who are involved in criminal activities
I kick the reali' with my peeps all day (ha)
The rapper talks honestly with his friends all the time
325's roll by with the windows down halfway
People with BMW 325s drive by
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy
The rapper is wearing DKNY and is looking stylish
It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin' nigga Biggie (what?)
The song is all about Biggie Smalls
Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme (ha-ha)
Women enjoy the way the rapper raps
'Cause they all in line screamin' one more time
Women want to hear the song again
Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up (uh)
Women dance and grind in the back of the club
(This type of shit, it happens every day)
The content of the song is commonplace in hood life
(This type of shit, it happens every day)
The content of the song is commonplace in hip hop
Lyrics ยฉ 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
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@ronnieprice903
Your shout out really work homeboy causes Biggie got inducted into the Hall of Fame that's what's up.....
@RichieRichFC
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@blackklash
What he wasn't in there already? racist jokers
@monocomo1675
U sound jealous puffy is dope
@trxnquilz7249
Andre Davis And fuck you, bum ass nigga.
@real100talk5
Summer of 95 was one of the best times in my life.
@MinnieMouse5050
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@jenniferduckworth5290
Same!! I was going into 9th grade and having a blast with my friends before high school was gonna start!!
@GodsInUs
Wow, me too! I was in Staten Island running back and forth to Manhattan.. smoking blunts a little badass. What memories b