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Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Young G's Perspective lyrics
Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Young G's Perspective
* 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 and stifling 
 MC's on they ass 
 Two snakes in the fucking grass, nigga 
 Interlude: [The Notorious B.I.G.] 
 Do you know what time is is? 
 No friends, J-M 
 CHORUS: [The Notorious B.I.G.] 
 (What you want?) 
 Yo keys, G-S 3's, the papes 
 Busing in bitches 
 making imperionts late 
 cleaning out cribs 
 coke crums off the plate 
 niggas real protctive 
 young G's Perspective 
 (What you want?) 
 The keys, G-S 3's, the papes 
 Busing in bitches 
 making impirionts late 
 cleaning out cribs 
 coke crums off the plate 
 niggas real protctive 
 young G's Perspective 
 Verse Three: [Junior M.A.F.I.A. member #3] 
 (Lost) 
 The dirty nigga, trigger 
 Fuck the looking good shit 
 I rather grab my gat 
 And cock bullshit 
 Heat I ceep 
 When I creep 
 Using to sneak into leting kept treck 
 And count them greens 
 A nigga drops 
 I wish it was the cops 
 Shit is hot 
 The motherfucking block, lock 
 Verse Four: [Junior M.A.F.I.A. member #4] 
 Wicked creator 
 Life eliminator 
 Continue to sinue 
 Murders on a menu 
 Which get in you 
 Meet the boom on the stab 
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 Ctach a body ever full moon 
 MC's with temptaion 
 They're part, afixiation 
 Snake relation 
 Like proper damn nation 
 Since birth 
 On this scortched dirt 
 Badness with the lyricals 
 Pocket full of miricles 
 I'm sick, and sick of being tired 
 Ain't a soul I fear 
 Too tired to care 
 And sunwise 
 To let my tepature rise 
 Eagle eyes 
 Don't believe in me 
 Believe your eyes 
 Should I cry? 
 Cuz I wet a nigga then he die 
 So cock my lie roll up and get high 
 CHORUS: [The Notorious B.I.G.] 
 (What you want?) 
 The keys, G-S 3's, the papes 
 Busing in bitches 
 making imperionts late 
 cleaning out cribs 
 coke crums off the plate 
 niggas real protctive 
 young G's Perspective 
 The keys, G-S 3's, the papes 
 Busing in bitches 
 making impirionts late 
 cleaning out cribs 
 coke crums off the plate 
 niggas real protctive 
 young G's Perspective 
 Verse Five: [Junior M.A.F.I.A. member #5] 
 How cause dirty bodies and glut cluts 
 Very busses and buck shots 
 Cock gluts and run the block 
 Niggas in they clean they clucks 
 Niggas can see me nuts 
 Let it get hot 
 Murder mo niggas and gotta load of reps 
 She think mets and cot 
 Because I only get drastic 
 So who hasta, black plastic 
 Specs in the back with all the caskets 
 Who can be mo killa? 
 Blood spilla? 
 Clips with hollow points 
 So when a nigga slips 
 He shits like he's got salmonela 
 Danger approaches 
 Checking for who gets closest 
 You're closest to get my focus 
 Smoke the rookies like roaches 
 Who can cause more terror then this 
 Like a full terrorist 
 Breaking niggas like matches 
 Broken bitches appoaches 
 And you know this 
 Nigga lets it increase 
 With mo heat than a heater 
 ?specialy when I got my milometer 
 burning up these niggas like VD 
 these niggas try to see me 
 now I'm making benders like Houdini 
 CHORUS: [The Notorious B.I.G.] 
 (What you want?) 
 The keys, G-S 3's, the papes 
 Busing in bitches 
 making imperionts late 
 cleaning out cribs 
 coke crums off the plate 
 niggas real protctive 
 young G's Perspective 
 (What you want?) 
 The keys, G-S 3's, the papes 
 Busing in bitches 
 making impirionts late 
 cleaning out cribs 
 coke crums off the plate 
 niggas real protctive 
 young G's Perspective, uh 
 Outro: [The Notorious B.I.G.] 
 No doubt, no doubt 
 The Bay Area meets Bedstop 
 Black Jack 
 Junior M.A.F.I.A. 
 Frank White is the fucker 
 Keeping it real for the 9-6 until, uh 
 Yeah, no friends, J-M 
 Uh, no friends, J-M 
 I lead a Black Jack 
 Uh, no friends, J-M 
 Uh, the snakes 
 No friends, J-M, uh 
 No friends, J-M, uh 
 Uh, No friends J-M









