Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - Junior M.A.F.I.A.. Album song Conspiracy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.08.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Big Beat
Song language: English
Intro |
| Woo! |
| It’s John B. of W.B.I.G. |
| New York. |
| Listen, y’all, it’s rainin' cats and |
| dogs out there! |
| They’re in trouble now |
| Fuck the police, so what? |
| Yo (What's up, man?), what them niggas around the corner hollerin' about? |
| I don’t know, man, them niggas can’t swing those things on our corner no more, |
| man, fuck them niggas, man |
| Yo, chill, man |
| I’m 'bout to go handle my business right now |
| You can handle that shit, but you gotta chill, man |
| Nah, man, fuck that |
| Gotta slow down, man. |
| You tryna move too quick, dog |
| Whatever man. |
| Fuck them niggas |
| Yo, don’t move without me |
| Damn it, ah |
| Damn, yo ass stink! |
| Flush the toilet or somethin'! |
| Stinky motherfucker, |
| smelly ass! |
| Fuck you talkin' about, niggas stink? |
| Your mother stink, motherfucker! |
| Fuck you! |
| Shut the fuck up! |
| Antoine, where the fuck you think you going? |
| It’s pouring down fucking raining |
| outside! |
| Mind your business, hush up your nosy ass! |
| Yeah, alright! |
| Let me find out you doing something you ain’t supposed to. |
| You always doing something you ain’t supposed to! |
| Ah, there you go. |
| Stay out of it, B! |
| Yeah, okay, it’s pouring down, fuckin' midnight |
| Bitch, what the fuck is you talkin' about? |
| Punch you in your motherfuckin' face! |
| You won’t punch nobody in the motherfuckin' face, you should’ve punched that |
| nigga in the face the other day when he said you couldn’t sell no motherfucking |
| drugs around here! |
| Bitch, get the fuck out my face with that fuckin' bullshit! |
| Fuck you, |
| stinkin' bitch! |
| Fuck you talkin' bout, stuppy? |
| Yeah alright, yeah alright, yeah… |
| Yeah, you need to tell that shit to them little niggas from Junior M.A.F.I.A |
| Ayo, check this shit out, son, man, them Junior M.A.F.I.A. |
| ass niggas, man, |
| them niggas be violating dudes |
| Word, son? |
| The niggas gon' tell niggas niggas can’t hustle around here, get no money? |
| Yo, that’s my word. |
| When we see them — yo, when I see that nigga Big, |
| the Snakes, Lil' Kim, yo, I’m murderin' them motherfuckers. |
| Yo, |
| fuck them dukes, I ain’t got no love for them. |
| I mean, for real, duke, |
| that’s my word… |
| Son, c’mon son. |
| Son, we gonna tear all them niggas up right now. |
| Son, come on, son, them niggas be frontin' son. |
| We gonna get all them fake ass |
| thugs, we gonna put slugs in 'em, all of 'em, and when I catch that little |
| bitch Kim, I’m putting my gat right in her musty pussy |
| Ayo, didn’t I tell y’all niggas don’t come on my block no more, man? |