* different from the version on Puff Daddy's "No Way Out"
Intro: [The Notorious B.I.G.]
Some Junior Mafia shit right here
We just gonna set it off
We's know the deal
This shit is real
On this end uh
Shit is real on this end
No friends J M
(Shit it real on this end)
Shit is real on this end
(Shit is real on this end)
No friends J M
Verse One: [Junior M.A.F.I.A. member #1]
Got into my mind
Shit is smoked up, my sight is blind
Cock back the nine,
Cuz I might not like what I find
Murders I seen, killer fiend
Through the endosheen
Mean burst into flying milloteen
Into see I sit, till I'm rit
I use the gun and slip exhale
Hollow tits
Rub my pointer angle
This must be the devil's triangle
Confused, so I mangle
Demons I had to strangle
Perfesion hit man,
And so they guns
Multi clips
I grab my gats
Got go back and let him pull it
Verse Two: [Junior M.A.F.I.A. member #2]
I said I'm rough a real bitch
Nigga, you better back up
with the four-four devid loaded
so motherfuckers slack up
I shit the raps and craps
Give me my snaps
Bitches wanting the claps
cuz I'm leaving them with fucking gats
I write rhymes, the gay mind
The maintain mind
The rag around my head is for the gang sign
So with the bottom lick the sha body shody
Fear nobody at less catch fucking bodies
On all you bitches, gang-bangers, snitches
I get so fucked up I don't know
Which, which, is which is
Loss need a part of me
Trifling
