Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Highest Title lyrics
[Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Highest Title lyrics]
Yeah niggas know what time it is
Junior MAFIA in the motherfuckin' house
Talkin' a dangerous crew
Junior MAFIA, my man Mad Klep
Stealing everything in sight
Niggas know the pedigree, B-town, represent
All day every day, know what I'm saying?
B Town yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo I get money, paid in full
I got it made, Brooklyn finest
Grinding, think I could beat Mike Tyson
A magnificent, it ain't hard to tell
I never changed, live the life of an outlaw
You think the world is your's?
Pause, you just a sucker MC
Shagging for beats, back you down in the club
Put your hands where my eyes can see
The most beautiful-est thing is my beliefs
Like "fuck the police"
Life's a everyday struggle
Girls be nothing but trouble
Bitches ain't shit
If I ruled the world we'd thug
Them gold digger ladies first
You think I need a girl?
Check yourself, it's a cold world
I move through it like the Daytona 500
A hundred miles and runnin'
Girls, they love me, Mr big-Stuff
Put it in your mouth
Handle, B-I, B-I? Knock yourself out
I'm a P-IM-P, buck buck once
The type of guy to take a
Big over and toss it up
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title
(You can't fuck with the Kleptomaniac)
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title
(You can't fuck with the Kleptomaniac
Nigga! What? Uh)
The ruler is back, it's the big payback
My A to the K go ratatatat, react
Where my dogs at, on the Ready to Die tip
No U-N-I T-Y shit, tear the club up
Ride or die bitch
Warning, this is a takeover i ain't no joke
Mastered the art of storytelling
Three times sold
Bowed and powder, explosive vocab
World renown bow down, you can't touch this
How you like me now? I move the crowd
(what) , check the rhymes of a mastermind
Through a Hail Mary changed the scorn
It's just half time
The last real nigga alive with a
New York state of mind
You was just frontin'
Now you a customer hypnotized
Watch them niggas wild out excited
Sometimes I rhyme slow, illustrious
Don't worry just don't bite it
All eyes on me, patiently waiting
My name is Klep the dream shatterer
So what you sayin?
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title
(You can't fuck with the Kleptomaniac)
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title
(You can't fuck with the Kleptomaniac
Nigga! What? Uh)
Who shot ya? I shot ya with
One hand on the pump
Go see the doctor? Never
I got your body in the trunk
Five minutes of funk
What y'all niggas wanna do
Wonder if heaven got a ghetto
They reminisce over you?
Just another day in Brooklyn Zoo
Puffing the Chronic
I get high, hit 'em up plus I saw a man die
You gonna get your's
I'm a rebel without applause
Bring the noise, I'm on criminology
Quiet storm (woo, uh)
My UZI weighs a ton, public enemy number one
Ghetto superstar
Everything remains raw Rated R
New York, New York, LA lA
Walk this way, players brawl
Today was a good day
Can it be that simple? Street
Dreams got me thug mansions
Bling bling, horse and carriage
Boom with Simms flasks
A master, peel, I'm real
You're still not a player forever
Peace out at Sean Award
Tour's gone until November
Yeah there you have it, Junior
MAFIA strikes again
You know what fucking time it is yeah
Yeah yeah
Face down nigga
All you other niggas better go
Back to the motherfucking lab
Brush up on y'all gangster shit
Niggas know where all the
Richest niggas from, motherfucker
Brookyln style, representing
Slittin' motherfucking wrists
All you bitch-ass niggas better lay
The fuck down and recognize word to mother
The shit is real
Uh, what, what, what? Uh, uh
You can't fuck with the Kleptomaniac, nigga!
Yo, load up the motherfucking clips man
Cock the gats boy
You can't fuck with the Kleptomaniac, nigga!
Junior MAFIA in the motherfucking house
You can't fuck with the Kleptomaniac, nigga!
Blaow, now it's all over
You can't fuck with the yeah
Pack up your shit baby
We finna get the fuck up outta here
Junior MAFIA in the motherfuckin' house
Talkin' a dangerous crew
Junior MAFIA, my man Mad Klep
Stealing everything in sight
Niggas know the pedigree, B-town, represent
All day every day, know what I'm saying?
B Town yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo I get money, paid in full
I got it made, Brooklyn finest
Grinding, think I could beat Mike Tyson
A magnificent, it ain't hard to tell
I never changed, live the life of an outlaw
You think the world is your's?
Pause, you just a sucker MC
Shagging for beats, back you down in the club
Put your hands where my eyes can see
The most beautiful-est thing is my beliefs
Like "fuck the police"
Life's a everyday struggle
Girls be nothing but trouble
Bitches ain't shit
If I ruled the world we'd thug
Them gold digger ladies first
You think I need a girl?
Check yourself, it's a cold world
I move through it like the Daytona 500
A hundred miles and runnin'
Girls, they love me, Mr big-Stuff
Put it in your mouth
Handle, B-I, B-I? Knock yourself out
I'm a P-IM-P, buck buck once
The type of guy to take a
Big over and toss it up
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title
(You can't fuck with the Kleptomaniac)
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title
(You can't fuck with the Kleptomaniac
Nigga! What? Uh)
The ruler is back, it's the big payback
My A to the K go ratatatat, react
Where my dogs at, on the Ready to Die tip
No U-N-I T-Y shit, tear the club up
Ride or die bitch
Warning, this is a takeover i ain't no joke
Mastered the art of storytelling
Three times sold
Bowed and powder, explosive vocab
World renown bow down, you can't touch this
How you like me now? I move the crowd
(what) , check the rhymes of a mastermind
Through a Hail Mary changed the scorn
It's just half time
The last real nigga alive with a
New York state of mind
You was just frontin'
Now you a customer hypnotized
Watch them niggas wild out excited
Sometimes I rhyme slow, illustrious
Don't worry just don't bite it
All eyes on me, patiently waiting
My name is Klep the dream shatterer
So what you sayin?
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title
(You can't fuck with the Kleptomaniac)
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm your idol, the highest title
(You can't fuck with the Kleptomaniac
Nigga! What? Uh)
Who shot ya? I shot ya with
One hand on the pump
Go see the doctor? Never
I got your body in the trunk
Five minutes of funk
What y'all niggas wanna do
Wonder if heaven got a ghetto
They reminisce over you?
Just another day in Brooklyn Zoo
Puffing the Chronic
I get high, hit 'em up plus I saw a man die
You gonna get your's
I'm a rebel without applause
Bring the noise, I'm on criminology
Quiet storm (woo, uh)
My UZI weighs a ton, public enemy number one
Ghetto superstar
Everything remains raw Rated R
New York, New York, LA lA
Walk this way, players brawl
Today was a good day
Can it be that simple? Street
Dreams got me thug mansions
Bling bling, horse and carriage
Boom with Simms flasks
A master, peel, I'm real
You're still not a player forever
Peace out at Sean Award
Tour's gone until November
Yeah there you have it, Junior
MAFIA strikes again
You know what fucking time it is yeah
Yeah yeah
Face down nigga
All you other niggas better go
Back to the motherfucking lab
Brush up on y'all gangster shit
Niggas know where all the
Richest niggas from, motherfucker
Brookyln style, representing
Slittin' motherfucking wrists
All you bitch-ass niggas better lay
The fuck down and recognize word to mother
The shit is real
Uh, what, what, what? Uh, uh
You can't fuck with the Kleptomaniac, nigga!
Yo, load up the motherfucking clips man
Cock the gats boy
You can't fuck with the Kleptomaniac, nigga!
Junior MAFIA in the motherfucking house
You can't fuck with the Kleptomaniac, nigga!
Blaow, now it's all over
You can't fuck with the yeah
Pack up your shit baby
We finna get the fuck up outta here