to see your smiiling face and Fred and Isaac damn I hate y'all died like that taking slugs in your back cause your truck got jacked but lil' Isaac boy
hard times He bought our house on the GI Bill But it wasn't worth all he had to kill to git it He drank pearl in a can and Jack Daniels black Chewed
chick in tact She says your sex was whack, 'cuz I'd twist her back And every time I kick my rap, man I stick to facts But when my trees wasn't sellin' I switch to Jack
mon. What the FUCK do I gotta do? This one for the fans here Jack. [Lupe: Chorus] I think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther Add a King, add a Junior Some bible
[Junior Reid:] You only got a few days more To get the guns you want at the gun store On the first day of christmas guess what santa bring for me A glock
he say what's never said? Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red Limpin off tour cause I made more off my second leg Muh'fuckin Birdman Junior
Bad Boy baby, yeah, yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah Yeah, B.I.G. 2000 B.I.G. 2000 born again, c'mon The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on You're dead
learning curve Pitch A strike To the mentally weak With write Junior Knight Third verse rewrite For the second solo release Hot like Polo fleece Jackets
'm on that dolly right On the way to my gran-ty house, I'm navigated by bubble lights I'm teded by that junior, I'm cut up by White Mike Bolted up by
in yo cutlass Jus understand the roughness Never cut for the gutless Cause it's do or die You ask Who am i? I was a heartbreaker ever since junior high
Since I handed in, my gun What all these keys are for Now my tour of duty's done You got to know the switches Now you got your turn Watch and learn, junior
, See we gon shoot, God damn you can bet it, Got a whole lot of clips, But none of my thugs can edit, I think I got a fettish, For blow jobs and shit, Joker junior
do nuthin' but play with lil' Jay Turn off the cell, errybody wanna call I just wana sit back, relax, and do jack Buy me a blunt, 'cause I love to get high Got nuthin' but time Reminisce on Junior
in they fancy cars But never did the thought even pass At the time, he 'posed to have his behind in class So when report cards came, all he received was a f jack
up a spliff and grab, and not an ounce of flab, is on my body My mother's part spanish, my father's part yardie I'm not a junior, try to see me catch
mmmmmm (uhh Junior M.A.F.I.A.) It's my time to shine (peace to all originals) ohhhhh (peace to all those gone) yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A. the click! whooooo
bombs like warsaw It reminds me, back in 1984 When I went to a party with the master plan To step up, and put the mic in my hand Everybody was there, from junior