Player's Anthem
N*ggaz
B*itches
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(N*ggaz) Grab your **** if you love hip- hop
(B*tches) Rub your t*****s if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
'This type of s*it it happens everyday'
Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit
What are you a idiot
Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1s
Got mad guns up in the cabin
Cause Cease aint the one for the dibbin and dabbin s*it
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
Gwan grit ya teeth gwan 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
N*ggaz grab your gats b*tches 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 n*gga act up makes the bastard hard to find
(N*ggaz) Grab your **** if you love hip-hop
(B*tches) Rub your t*****s if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
'This type of s*it it happens everyday'
(N*ggaz) Grab your **** if you love hip-hop
(B*tches) Rub your t*****s if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
'This type of s*it it happens everyday'
(How ya livin Biggie Smalls) Im surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals
Smokin skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin down BillyBadasses cracks in stacks and masses
If robberys a class bet I pass it
S*it get drastic Im buryin ya bastards
Big Poppa never softenin
Take you to the church rob the preacher for the offerin
Leave the ****** coughin up blood and his pockets like rabbit ears
Covered the wife kleenex for the kids tears
Versace wear Moschino on my b*tches
She whippin my ride countin my ones thinkin Im richest
Just the way players play all day everyday
I dont know what else to say
Ive been robbin n*ggaz since Run and them was singin Here We Go
Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didnt know
My flow detrimental to your health
Usually roll for self I have son ridin shotgun
My minds my nine my pens my Mac-10
My target all you wack n* ggaz who started rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo n*ggaz know the half
Caviar for breakfast champagne bubble baths
Runnin up in pretty b*tches constantly
The Smalls b*tch who the **** it was supposed to be
(N*ggaz) Grab your **** if you love hip-hop
(B*tches) Rub your t*****s if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
'This type of s*it it happens everyday'
(N*ggaz) Grab your **** if you love hip-hop
(B*tches) Rub your t*****s if you love Big Poppa
Gotcha open off the words I say because
'This type of s*it it happens everyday'
I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs
Now I pimp gats in the Acs watch my n*ggaz backs
Nines in the stores glocks in the bags
Maxin mini-markets gettin money with the Arabs
No question confession yes its the lyrical
B*tches squeeze your t**s n*ggaz 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
325s roll by with the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y oh my Im jiggy
Its all about the Smalls and my **** ** n*gga Biggie
B*tches love the way I bust a rhyme
Cause they all in line screamin one more time
N*ggaz grab your ***** if you love hip-hop
B*tches rub-a-dub in the back of the club straight up