Let's Get It On (Junior M.A.F.I.A.)

[Verse 1: Lil' Cease] Uh Yo, I call my connect, get it sent across the border Chop it up, bag it in bundles of all quarters I might just hold it and sell weight Have my shit pumpin all across the tristate Nigga I'ma gangsta, I'm the word to define great You's a old-timer, you a hustler design late Shit, I got my own company, why should I hate? My paper long as fuck, high as a pie steak And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate Did a couple years in the pen, I don't sign state A nigga had a brick and the stash on the highway I'm always on time like Ja Rule and Ashanti Ya boy on the grind like it's Friday to friday A nigga like me cherish days like I'm Sade No time for the bullshit, no time for the foul play Now I'ma boss, I'ma do this shit my way So nigga what you want? [Hook x2: Lil' Cease] I got my own company, why should I hate My paper long as fuck, high as a pie steak And my cell phone never ring, it just vibrate Did a couple years in the pen, I don't sign state [Verse 2: Banger] Yo, Yo I got that work that the africans stepped on, the pope blessed on The 2 for 5's, the whole hood slepted on Don't kept growin toes, never got stepped on Nowadays, nigga recognized I'm a real don Since Big passed, is when the fame and the thrill's gone Left 3 mill on the block, and I'm still on Niggas see my face when the real's on I do the stealin, but I never get stoled on My life is like Cash Money bitch when I roll on And anytime I lay wit a bitch is wit no clothes on It's hard doin' right, cuz all my life I did so wrong Pissed, I popped shit like Monica, I'm so gone After fame comes success, now that my team's strong Nowadays, I don't need a shoulder to lean on Just put me in the booth, give me a mic to scream on And any gun I pack got its infrared beam on So nigga what you want? [Hook x4] ...Why should I hate ...High as a pie steak ...It just vibrate ...I don't sign state