Hold up, shut this shit down It's goin' down baby, Funk Flex We about to black out to fuckin' Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee cause you know how the fuck I get down! Big dog, pitbull status nigga!
Yeah You're now enterin' the mode of the notorious Biggie Smalls Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, representin' This one goin' out to Brooklyn, why all know what time it is It's goin' out to all the gangsters All the pimps and players, hoes and bitches why all know what time it is.. so this what I want why all to do I want why all to grab why all Dutch Masters and why all White Owls and why all Phillies, mmm! Get you a fat sack, a pint of Hennessey and lay back Gon' do this one for my man Mister Cee, representin' all day, everyday And all you other tape niggaz, and bootleggers, stay in the house Cause Brooklyn got this shit locked down So any time you're ready Mister Cee we gon' get hardcore on these homos
Like I said before, Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, hardcore Uh, representin' Biggie Smalls in the house Uh, check it, huh
Biggie Smalls is the wickedest Niggas say I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this If I was pussy I'd be filled with syphillis Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, gettin' rid of ya Got it locked like the penitentiary Niggas mention me for M.C. execution, who you choosin? The wack MC? Or the black fat MC? Jack Dempsey would start shakin' All it's takin, is some marijuana and I'm makin' MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon Backspins to windmill, who's still the gin drinker Ill thinker - explodin when the paper hits the ink, uh Take your gangsta chronicles