Notorious B.I.G.: Player's anthem

[Notorious B.I.G.]Niggaz... bitches...UhhChorus: B.I.G.(Niggaz) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop(Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big PoppaGotcha, open off the words I say because"This type of shit it happens everyday" -- Slick RickVerse One: Lil' CeasarCheck it out, uhhNow who smoke more blunts than a little bit?What are you a idiot?Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1'sGot mad guns up in the cabinCause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shitI make it happen, you got your ass caughtAll you saw was fire, from the Honda Passportor the M.P., what if you see, then I miss yaI blow up spots like little sistersG'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticlesLike Murray, my killings, be the most beautifulJunior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancersNiggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance atthe little one, pullin over in the Land RoverPlayin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?Stack the green, read all between the linesA nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to findChorus: repeat 2XVerse Two: Notorious B.I.G.(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminalsHeavy rollers even the sheisty individualsSmokin skunk and mad PhilliesBeatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and massesIf robbery's a class, bet I pass itShit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastardsBig Poppa never softeninTake you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerinLeave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit earsCovered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tearsVersace wear, Moschino on my bitchesShe whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richestJust the way players play, all day everydayI don't know what else to sayI've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't knowmy flow, detrimental to your healthUsually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgunMy mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappinJunior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the halfCaviar for breakfast, champagne bubble bathsRunnin up in pretty bitches constantlyThe Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?Chorus: repeat 2XVerse Three: Lil' KimI used to pack Macs in CadillacsNow I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backsNines in the stores, glocks in the bagsMaxin mini-markets, gettin money with the ArabsNo question, confession, yes it's the lyricalBitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitalsProteins and minerals, excluse subliminalsBig Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminalsI kick the rilli with my peeps all day325's roll by with the windows down halfwayD-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggyIt's all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga BiggieBitches love the way I bust a rhymeCause they all in line screamin one more timeNiggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hopBitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up