* different from the version on Puff Daddy's "No Way Out"

Intro: [The Notorious B.I.G.]

Some Junior Mafia shit right here

We just gonna set it off

We's know the deal

This shit is real

On this end uh

Shit is real on this end

No friends J M

(Shit it real on this end)

Shit is real on this end

(Shit is real on this end)

No friends J M

Verse One: [Junior M.A.F.I.A. member #1]

Got into my mind

Shit is smoked up, my sight is blind

Cock back the nine,

Cuz I might not like what I find

Murders I seen, killer fiend

Through the endosheen

Mean burst into flying milloteen

Into see I sit, till I'm rit

I use the gun and slip exhale

Hollow tits

Rub my pointer angle

This must be the devil's triangle

Confused, so I mangle

Demons I had to strangle

Perfesion hit man,

And so they guns

Multi clips

I grab my gats

Got go back and let him pull it

Verse Two: [Junior M.A.F.I.A. member #2]

I said I'm rough a real bitch

Nigga, you better back up

with the four-four devid loaded

so motherfuckers slack up

I shit the raps and craps

Give me my snaps

Bitches wanting the claps

cuz I'm leaving them with fucking gats

I write rhymes, the gay mind

The maintain mind

The rag around my head is for the gang sign

So with the bottom lick the sha body shody

Fear nobody at less catch fucking bodies

On all you bitches, gang-bangers, snitches

I get so fucked up I don't know

Which, which, is which is

Loss need a part of me

Trifling