Текст песни Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Face Off 2 *
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* different from the version on Puff Daddy`s "No Way Out" double CD on Cell Block Records (www.561.net)Intro: [The Notorious B.I.G.]Some Junior Mafia shit right hereWe just gonna set it offWe`s know the dealThis shit is realOn this end, uhShit is real on this endNo friends, J-M(Shit it real on this end)Shit is real on this end(Shit is real on this end)No friends, J-MVerse One: [Junior M.A.F.I.A. member #1]Got into my mindShit is smoked up, my sight is blindCock back the nine,Cuz I might not like what I findMurders I seen, killer fiendThrough the endosheenMean burst into flying milloteenInto see I sit, till I`m ritI use the gun and slip exhaleHollow titsRub my pointer angleThis must be the devil`s triangleConfused, so I mangleDemons I had to stranglePerfesion hit man,And so they gunsMulti clipsI grab my gatsGot go back and let him pull itVerse Two: [Junior M.A.F.I.A. member #2]I said I`m rough a real bitchNigga, you better back upwith the four-four devid loadedso motherfuckers slack upI shit the raps and crapsGive me my snapsBitches wanting the clapscuz I`m leaving them with fucking gatsI write rhymes, the gay mindThe maintain mindThe rag around my head is for the gang signSo with the bottom lick the sha body shodyFear nobody at less catch fucking bodiesOn all you bitches, gang-bangers, snitchesI get so fucked up I don`t knowWhich, which, is which isLoss need a part of meTrifling and stiflingMC`s on they assTwo snakes in the fucking grass, niggaInterlude: [The Notorious B.I.G.]Do you know what time is is?No friends, J-MCHORUS: [The Notorious B.I.G.](What you want?)Yo keys, G-S 3`s, the papesBusing in bitchesmaking imperionts latecleaning out cribscoke crums off the plateniggas real protctiveyoung G`s Perspective(What you want?)The keys, G-S 3`s, the papesBusing in bitchesmaking impirionts latecleaning out cribscoke crums off the plateniggas real protctiveyoung G`s PerspectiveVerse Three: [Junior M.A.F.I.A. member #3](Lost)The dirty nigga, triggerFuck the looking good shitI rather grab my gatAnd cock bullshitHeat I ceepWhen I creepUsing to sneak into leting kept treckAnd count them greensA nigga dropsI wish it was the copsShit is hotThe motherfucking block, lock