Player's Anthem

Grab your dick

if you love hip hop

Rub your titties

if you love Big Pop

Gotcha, open off the

words I say because

Check it out

Now who smoke more

blunts than a little bit

What are you an idiot

Listen to the lyrics

I spit like M1’s

Got mad guns

up in the cabin

’Cos Cease ain’t the one for

the dibbin and dabbin sh*t

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 Mafia clique

Thick like Luke dancers

Ni**az 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

You know what I mean

Stack the green

Read all between the lines

A ni**a act up, makes the

b*st*rd hard to find

Grab your dick

if you love hip hop

Rub your titties

if you love Big Pop

Gotcha, open off the

words I say because

Grab your dick

if you love hip hop

Rub your titties

if you love Big Pop

Gotcha, open off the

words I say because

Uh, uh, one, uh

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

Sh*t get drastic

I’m buryin’ ya b*st*rds

Big Poppa never softenin’

Take you to the church

Rob the preacher

for the offerin’

Leave the f**ker 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 the richest

Just the way players play

All day everyday

I don’t know what else to say

I’ve been robbin’ ni**az 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 Mack 10

My target, all you wack ni**az

who started rappin’

Junior Mafia steelo

Ni**az know the half

Caviar for breakfast

Champagne bubble baths

Runnin’ up in pretty

b*tches constantly

The Smalls b*tch

Who the f**k it was

supposed to be

Grab your dick

if you love hip hop

Rub your titties

if you love Big Pop

Gotcha, open off the

words I say because

Grab your dick

if you love hip hop

Rub your titties

if you love Big Pop

Gotcha, open off the

words I say because

I used to pack Macs

in Cadillacs

Now I pimp gats in the Ac’s

Watch my ni**az 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 tits

Ni**az 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

Three twenty five’s roll by with

the windows down halfway

DKNY, oh my, I’m jiggy

It’s all about the Mafia and

my f**kin ni**a Biggie

B*tches love the way

I bust a rhyme

’Cos they all in line

screamin’ one more time

Ni**az, grab your dicks

if you love hip hop

B*tches rub a dub in the

back of the club

Straight up

Uh, Junior Mafia, yeah

Now fight for that, wooh...