Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Players Anthem, artist - Biggie Smalls. Album song Notorious B.I.G., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.07.2019
Record label: Big Brother
Song language: English
Players Anthem |
| Niggaz… bitches… |
| Uhh |
| Chorus: B.I.G. |
| (Niggaz) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop |
| (Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa |
| Gotcha, open off the words I say because |
| «This type of shit it happens everyday"-→Slick Rick |
| Verse One: Lil’Ceasar |
| Check it out, uhh |
| Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit? |
| What are you a idiot? |
| Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's |
| Got mad guns up in the cabin |
| Cause Cease ain’t the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit |
| I make it happen, you got your ass caught |
| All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport |
| or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya I blow up spots like little sisters |
| G’wan grit ya teeth, g’wan bite ya nails to the cuticles |
| Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful |
| Junior M.A.F.I.A. |
| click, thick like Luke dancers |
| Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at the little one, pullin over in the Land Rover |
| Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean? |
| Stack the green, read all between the lines |
| A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find |
| Chorus: repeat 2X |
| Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G. |
| (How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I’m surrounded by criminals |
| Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals |
| Smokin skunk and mad Phillies |
| Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses |
| If robbery’s a class, bet I pass it Shit get drastic, I’m buryin ya bastards |
| Big Poppa never softenin |
| Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin |
| Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears |
| Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid’s tears |
| Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches |
| She whippin my ride, countin my one’s, thinkin I’m richest |
| Just the way players play, all day everyday |
| I don’t know what else to say |
| I’ve been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go' |
| Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn’t know |
| my flow, detrimental to your health |
| Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun |
| My mind’s my nine, my pen’s my Mac-10 |
| My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin |
| Junior M.A.F.I.A. |
| steelo, niggaz know the half |
| Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths |
| Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly |
| The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be? |
| Chorus: repeat 2X |
| Verse Three: Lil’Kim |
| I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs |
| Now I pimp gats in the Ac’s, watch my niggaz backs |
| Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags |
| Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs |
| No question, confession, yes it’s the lyrical |
| Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals |
| Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals |
| Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals |
| I kick the rilli with my peeps all day |
| 325's roll by with the windows down halfway |
| D-K-N-Y, oh my, I’m jiggy |
| It’s all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie |
| Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme |
| Cause they all in line screamin one more time |
| Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop |
| Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up |