Realms Of Junior M.a.f.i.a. Lyrics - Singles - Junior M.a.f.i.a

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 niggaz recognize, freak bitches fantasize 

Uhh, ahh 

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) 

Easy livin', bitches givin' pussy 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, fuck a dollar and a dream 

Song knockin' on hoe's answerin' machine, uhh 

True baller, bitch page might call her 

A little shorty but I like my bitches taller 

Nastiest, the flashiest, you got blunts pass them shits 

While Big fuck your bitch, uhh, uhh 

While your nigga take flicks 

Uhh, yeah, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique 

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 

I admit, back in the days I did stupid shit 

Now I changed, I'm into bigger and better things 

Like rockin' Cuban change, bitch copped the Range 

Del Vec was set with the Lex and diamond rings 

Pop Moet with my bitch 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 'cuz the dumb bitch 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' 

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. 

Mally G, the villain, keep niggaz feelin' 

My trigger finger enhancin', peelin' 

Your dome piece with the chrome piece fat 

I'll fuck 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 shit 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 

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 

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 shit, y'all niggaz 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 

Fucked her, by mistake she had a twin named Regina 

I seen her, lights excite all the freaks 

Squirtin' on curtains, lips, tits and sheets 

Compete, meet death, ya dead, ya die 

Don't fuck with B-I, that's that