Players Anthem

[The Notorious B.I.G.]

Niggas, Bitches

Uhh

[The Notorious B.I.G.]

(Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip-hop

(Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa

Gotcha, open off the words I say because

[Slick Rick]

This type of shit it happens everyday

[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' shit

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. clique thick like Luke dancers

Niggas grab your gats, bitches take a glance at

The little one, pullin' over in the Land Rover

Playin' Big Willie style with a chauffeur, yaknahmean?

Stack the green, read all between the lines

A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find

[The Notorious B.I.G.]

(Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip-hop

(Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa

Gotcha, open off the words I say because

[Slick Rick]

This type of shit it happens everyday

[Notorious B.I.G.]

(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

Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards

Big Poppa never softenin

Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offering

Leave the fucker coughin' up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears

Covet the wife, Kleenex for the kid's tears

Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches

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' niggas since

Run and them was singin': Here We Go

Snatchin' ropes at the Roxy, 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 niggas who started rappin'

Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggas know the half

Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths

Runnin' up in pretty bitches constantly

The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?

[The Notorious B.I.G.]

(Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip-hop

(Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa

Gotcha, open off the words I say because

[Slick Rick]

This type of shit it happens everyday

[Lil' Kim]

I used to pack MACs in Cadillacs

Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggas 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

Bitches squeeze your tits, niggas 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 fuckin' nigga Biggie

Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme

Cause they all in line screamin' one more time

Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop

Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up