Artist: Junior M.A.F.I.A. f/ The Notorious B.I.G. Album: Player's Anthem 12" Promo Song: Player's Anthem (Clean Version) Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash, Wammy Giveaway [Notorious B.I.G.] Uh Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. {DJ Clark Kent} PLAYERS! Grab your {*dick*} if you love hip hop LADIES! Rub your {*titties*} if you love Big Poppa Got ya, open off the words I say because {"This type of {*shit*} happens everyday" --> Slick Rick} [Verse 1: Lil' Cease] 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' (Shhh...) I make it happen, you got your ass caught All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport On 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 killers, be the most beautiful Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique thick like Luke dancers Players, grab your gats Honies, take a glance At the little one, pullin' over in the Land Rover Playin' Big Willie style with the chaffeur You know what I mean Stack the green, read all between the lines A fool act up make the maggot hard to find Repeat Chorus Twice [Girl] How ya livin', Biggie Smalls? [Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.] I'm surrounded by criminals Heavy rollers, even the sheisty individuals Smokin' skunk and mad Phillies Beating down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses If robbery's a class, bet I pass it Things get drastic I'm burying ya, bastards Big Poppa never softenin' Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin' Leave the fool coughin' up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears Versace wear, Moschino on my misses 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 been robbin' fools 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 emcees who started rappin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, people know the half Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths Runnin' up in pretty honies constantly The Smalls, baby, who you thought it was supposed to be Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs Now I pimp gats in the Ac's (Uh) Watch my money stacks (What) Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags Maxin' mini-markets, gettin' money with the Arabs No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical Ladies, shake your hips, players, grab your genitals Proteins and minerals, exclude subliminals Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals (Uh) I kick the really with my peeps all day (Ha) 325's roll by with the windows down halfway DKNY, oh my, I'm jiggy It's all about the clique, Junior M.A.F.I.A. and Biggie (What) Fellas love the way I bust a rhyme (Ha ha) Cause they all in line, screamin' one more time "Players, grab your {*dicks*} if you love hip hop" Ladies rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up [Lil' Kim] Uh Junior M.A.F.I.A. Yeah 9-5 for that Mmmm Whoo Lil' Cease Lil' Kim, Big Poppa in the Whoo Yeah Bringing it straight to ya live You know what I'm sayin' And it's on And it's on