Oh My Lord

Junior M.A.F.I.A.

featuring Notorious B.I.G.




[Kleptomaniac]



Why niggaz wanna clock me?



like that dance called the chachi



Don't they know I break motherfuckers into parts like Rocky



Part I part II part III niggaz can't fuck with me



My style's knock kneed plum crazy (what?)



Who's that wild ass motherfucker catchin wreck



Stickin Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques



It's Klep the death specialist Stallone and Stone shit



Stayin high representin for the nine-quint



Ras bad guy, burns the house down like Left Eye



Why try mimic? MC's get broke like speed limits (uhh)



Niggaz can't fuck with my metaphors



Canin MC's like they in Singapore; Klep been through more wards



than Humphrey Shore, put together catchin leathers



on the regular, got that net, push me round and Dread stressin a



trick hoe, what the Dread won't know won't hurt



Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?



It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers'



Life interceptor, pussy collector



Got your bitch on my dick and I ain't even stressin her



Check enough sex in her, my styles are regular



Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the senator




Hook: Niggas say "Oh my lord!"




[Notorious B.I.G.]



Throw gats to *Guiliani*



Flows tighter than bitches punani, try me, die G



Dangerous, since my daddy bust me out



the tip of his dick, Biggie Smalls with the wickedest shit



Spit clips, niggaz split like bananas



Flavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach



I strangle each -- negro for they dough



Niggaz get to bendin, got two cases, one pendin



560 V-12 engine, women spinnin



in 9-2-9 Mazda's, Tammy and Natasha



The menage-a-trois around my waist