[Intro: Lil' Kim]
Ladies and Gentlemen
You are now listening to the sounds
Of the Notorious B. I. G. And the Junior M. A. F. I. A.
Jealous ni***z recognize, freak b*****s fantasize
Uhh, ahhh..

Chorus: Lil' Cease

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, yo (Check it out!)

[Verse 1: Lil' Cease]
Easy livin, b*****s givin p***y like it's free
My gs3 gleams perfectly
Lil' Cease get raw like the stems
Land's and Lexus' flexed with the M-A-F-I-A
Blunts make my day
Friday to Friday stay bent baby
Plus stylish, sippin on Bailey's Irish
My wish - filthy rich by sixteen
Swimmin in cream, f**k a dollar and a dream
Song knockin on hoe's answerin machine, uhh
True baller, b***h page might call her
A little shorty but I like my b*****s taller
Nastiest, the flashiest
You got blunts pass them s***s
While Big f**k your b***h, uhh, uhh
While your n***a 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.
One two y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of Junior M. A. F. I. A.
One two y'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the realms of Junior M. A. F. I. A.
One two y'all, uhh.. Uhh.. Uhh

[Verse 2: Cheek Del Vec]
I admit, back in the days I did stupid s**t
Now I changed, I'm into bigger and better things
Like rockin Cuban change, b***h copped the Range
Del Vec was set with the Lex and diamond rings
Pop Moet with my b***h when it rain
Drink away the pain, got mad stress on my brain
A little niggarole for dough
Copped ki's across seas, in San Domingo
From a Cuban kid named Sallio, sell mad perrico
Coppin bout four bricks, then I called Nino
Meet me at the airport, feds is on the stalk
I almost got caught cause the dumb b***h talked
How much you make and what we do and where we live at
How much my Vee cost and where my cash stash at
But the feds still couldn't get nuttin
J. M. Still stuntin and frontin

Chorus: Jamal

One two y'all, you know we rock ya
Lil' Jamal and Junior M. A. F. I. A.
One two y'all, you know we rock ya
Lil' Jamal and Junior M. A. F. I. A.
One two y'all, you know we rock ya
Lil' Jamal and Junior M. A. F. I. A.
One two y'all, you know we rock ya, rock ya
Lil' Jamal and Junior M. A. F. I. A.

[Verse 3: Jamal]
Mally G, the villian, keep ni***z feelin
My trigger finger enhancin peelin
Your dome piece with the chrome piece fat
I'll f**k around, black, catch a Mac to ya back
Lethal weapon with the eighteen leather
Scheamin, bustin on whoever out the Jetta
Window, think slow sink low
Fuckin with raw dog 'Mal you ain't know, ahh
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 whole fuckin spot
Cockin the Glock, fifty, bust, hit the dust
To spit s**t murderous, huh
Now do you think that you can fade Jamal, I fade dem all
And if I have to kill 'em all, I shall

Chorus: Notorious B. I. G.

One two y'all, you know I rocked ya
Step in the realms of Junior M. A. F. I. A.
One two y'all, you know I rocked ya
Step in the realms of Junior M. A. F. I. A.
One two y'all, you know I rocked ya
Step in the realms of Junior M. A. F. I. A.
One two y'all, uhh.. Uhh.. Uhh

[Verse 4: Notorious B. I. G.]
I got that venom rhyme like Sprite got lemon lime
Donna Carradine, keep her hair done all the time
My rhyme, somewhat Shakespearean, blood I'm smearin in
Tongue-kissin my lawyer, at my hearin
In this day and age, my rap is like the plague
I married this s**t, y'all ni***z 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 Zima's, on our way to see Katrina
She said she need a "Freak Like Me," like Adina
F****d her by mistake she had a twin named Regina
I seen her, lights excite all the freaks
Squirtin on curtains, lips, t*** and sheets
Compete, meet death, ya dead, ya die..
Don't f**k with B-I, that's that!
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