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 M1's

Got mad guns up in the cabin

Cause Cease ain't 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

G'wan grit ya teeth g'wan 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) 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

If robbery's a class bet I pass it

S*it get drastic I'm 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 kid's tears

Versace wear Moschino on my b*tches

She whippin my ride countin my one's thinkin I'm richest

Just the way players play all day everyday

I don't know what else to say

I've been robbin n*ggaz 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 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 Ac's 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 it's 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

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 ****** 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