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Player Haters

*Sound of people talking in background*

Hater #1: Hey yo
Hater #2: Whatup, baby?
Hater #1: That little stink ass bitch, Kim, them little snake
niggaz, man, I don't like that bitch
I can't stand that bitch
Hater #2: Yeah, I see that bitch
Hater #1: That's my word yo, that's my word, son
But yo, on the real though, the bitch do be havin
some cheddah and the bitch be rockin some ice
Know what I'm sayin?
Hater #2: I'm sayin, I see it
Hater #1: I be seein her floatin with little niggaz here now
and then, know what I'm sayin?
Hater #2: What, them little bitch ass M.A.F.I.A. niggaz?
Hater #1: Yeah, them little faggot ass niggaz
Hater #2: Them niggaz pussy, kid
Hater #1: I swear to God, if I ever see them niggaz rollin down
Gates Avenue I'm gonna lay one of em on the strength
You know what I'm sayin, you know how we roll baby
Hater #2: No doubt
Hater #1: But, am, yo what's up, you wanna get this paper or what?
Hater #2: No doubt
Hater #1: Cause they, I'm sayin, I know they sweet
You know what I'm sayin? You know how they get down
Know what I'm sayin?
Hater #2: No doubt
Hater #1: I'ma hold them niggaz down, one a them niggaz move a
inch, I'm lacin em straight up and down, I'm puttin one in
they cabbage
Hater #2: No doubt let's make it happen, kid
Hater #1: Aight

Queen Bitch

If peter piper pecked em, I betcha biggie bust em
He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him
Lyrically, I dust em, off like Pledge
Hit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer
I am a diamond cluster hustler
Queen bitch, supreme bitch
Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch
Murder scene bitch
Clean bitch, disease free bitch
Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's
Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them?
Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen
Straight up aposttles, now strictly niggaz that jostle
Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure?
Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta
nobody do it better
Bet cha I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons
Got buffoons eatin my pussy while I watch cartoons
Seat the loon, this rap Pam Grier's here
Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear
Frank fill niggaz lives for one point five
While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive
The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em
Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without Predium
I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch

Who you lovin who you wanna be huggin
Roll with niggaz that be thuggin, buggin
In the tunnel in Eso's
Sippin espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino
On a mission for the lucci creno
I used to wear Mossino, but every bitch got it
Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer
you think you greater, uh
(You niggaz got some audacity
You sold a million now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch)
Check my pitch, or send it puss in a
And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds
I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot
With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock
Sippin Ziffendales, up in Chippendales
Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags
Female Don Dada has no broblems spittin cream with my team
Shit's straight like nine fifteen, knahmean?
Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit
Flossin my rolex rich
Shit, I'ma stay that bitch

Crush On You

UNDEAS
Lil' Ceasar, the bitch pleaser
Uhh... uh, check it

Verse One: Lil' Cease

Yo I be buyin em V's, so all my girls be eyein Cease
Comin backstage, dyin to get pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist
Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage
While you walk the street until your feet get calloused
Take you on a natural high, like a pilot
It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad
When it's all over put your vote in my ballot
It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice
Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace
It be all good as long as you don't act childish
While you standin there with the Crist' in your cup
If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh

Hook: Notorious B.I.G.

I know you seen me on the video (true)
I know you heard me on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you

Verse Two: Lil' Cease

While you tryin to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
I told you before, when I first pursued
I want a interlude, in the nude
Or we tastin like food when we get in the mood
Listen girlfriend we don't mean to be rude
But anything I touch come straight to the rear
I take chickenheads like the Playmate Of The Year
Cause when I first met her, she had the Lex and the 'tegra
Game real good, sex was even better
I got it for the cheddar once I hit it in the sack
Cause I'm Cease a.k.a. Long Dick from the back

Hook: Notorious B.I.G.

Verse Three: Lil' Cease

Yo shorty won't you go get a bag of the lethal
I'll be right here just chillin witcha people
You know Junior M.A.F.I.A. was just a preview
I know I had you open, so why I'ma leave you
Especially when I know yo' man is fee-ble
It's Cease Degenaro, you know how we do
My game is tight, we do the same every night
I'm smooth as the words that come from Frank White
You messin with city kings with glissy rings
That's gonna show you good time pretty thing
Cause you was spotted, in the club lookin exotic
by somebody, short, dark and chocolate
You got it? Any plans to tape yo we stop it
Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah we all about a profit
I'm the right dude to get you in the nice mood
Flossin rocks the size of ice cubes

Hook: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X to fade)

Dreams

Gimme all the rhythm and blues niggas then rock the shots of liquor they
make me cum quicker rub between your belly like jelly R.Kelly you think
you ballin but your body's callin free fallin all in fuck the bumpin and
grindin have you jumpin and whinin while I'm climbin i be doin groups
like Troup body rockin H-Town or Horace Brown watch out now Baby face
can pay da rent and cook me five meals what the deal on that Prince cat
he be lookin kind of fruity but he can still eat the booty Brian
McKnights tight Joe is lookin kinda slow and oh what about D'Angelo I
want some of that brown sugar and what watch this rap bitch bust all
over ya nuts like

Chorus: Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R & B dick (dreams of
fucking and R&B dick) Dreams, dreams, dreams of fuckin and R&B dick

I fuck mike sta flyway fuck dem LaDae cats and one on dem resemble Craig
Mack I need a New Edition I need some Men of Vision pussy eatin position
to go to shower pissin I made my Intro getting fucked in the Pinto now
Im skin deep in da Lexus Jeep peep da Queen sista if I would fuck wit
Mista they'd be lickin blackberry molasses out my asses Jason who da
fuck time ya wastin I got no patience for little dick tastin I'd rather
go Solo so I can get some Heaven and be the fuck out After Seven All for
One and One for All I swear to God I'd never fuck with none of yall and
if ya Immature than Im out the door I'm on fire gettin head by the
Harlem Boys Choir.

Repeat Chorus

I couldn't find a mall with Kenny Lattimore Montell Jordan ain't scorin
Tevin Campbell niggas like to shamble make him an example with this
pussy sample her we go you didn't know Joe was my hoe Tony Rich my bitch
I got the 112 nuts to bust so just open wide and when Im done give me a
high five.

Repeat Chorus

You can touch me and tease me as if my name was Case We got to drink a
pace for me to participate don't playa hate you didn't school with me Im
icin Bryson that dude down with Groove Theory

Repeat chorus til fades

Scheamin'

Damn, boo, you see honey right there? The little one, yo
Oh, yeah
He ain't got no...nah, look at his shi...nah, he ain't got no cash
No, fuck that that chain probably B.I.G. chain
Hell yeah, you know Biggie's got the fuckin' dollars
Yeah, for real
You know, let's set that nigga up
Nah
Yeah
Only way you get that motherfucker is with some ass, yo
That's the only thing he want now
Suck his dick, he probably like that
He like menage-a-tois
Runnin' pockets, alright?
You know
Until that mother fucker be asleep or some shit like that, right?
Yeah, yeah, let's do that shit
Nah, there go the other one
Sayin they always let the motherfuckin dumb niggaz hold the cash
You know what I mean?
You know
Little Ceas, let's get that nigga
Nah, I'm, I'm scared'a dat nigga
You know he look...
Biggie gettin' ass on a regular basis.
But, so what
You never know, yo, let's just try that shit, yo
I'm goin' for mine yo, fuck that

Drugs

[BIG] Never a flaw
[Kim] A different kind of high
[Kim] Yaknow, feel me on this, huh, uhh

Ladies and gents
Your dopest host presents extravagence
in the ladies' frame, leavin cum stains
Niggaz remain in awe, when I brought a Dillinger
Throw it to ya jaw, uhh
Never a flaw
Never before, have you seen such magnificense
in the black princess, yesss
Flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggy
Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me
Call us the Gabbana girls
We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us
Trust, niggaz lust
Without a bank account, I doubt we could swing that route
Feel me out uhh, I'm used ta
hangin wit boosters, in the best name brand
with the in-sane clan, man listen
My position is lieutenant
Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it
Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy
Freak it arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy
To please me you got to be well off
Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off

Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.

Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby
(repeat)

Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little
To my bitches that suck dick a little
While they niggaz lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all
High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear
Yeah, enough glorifyin
Lyrically electrifyin, bitches by lyin
bout the clothes they be buyin
Some stores won't even let you whores in
Til I begin to embarass that ass and get crass
Kim surpass, all crews
Bitches still drinkin booze
I sip Cristal and Landcruise
Recieve all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars
Slick nigga, I'm stickin you Baby Pah, uhh
Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach
like the bag, the Prada mama
Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna
My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana

Chorus

Inhale this, clench your fist
Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus
Can ya, picture this
Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams
cause ya fiend for a toke
My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
On the cell with the boat
What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out
Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks
is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs
Cristal pourers, be glad we ain't takin yours
Boring huh, I'm warnin ya
Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch
when I fuck with scratch and sniff
Now I stacks the shit, practice it
So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous
So I can relax a bit, and get my toes licked
The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah!

Chorus

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