[Intro/Talkbox]
It's the Mafia
Uh, uh, say what, say what
It's the J-M-C in the motherfuckin' house y'all n***as ain't (here we go), say what

[Verse 1: Lil Cease]
Let's get it poppin' light the L pop the Cris (get it poppin')
Get my mind right so I can slide with a bitch (oohhh)
Cease spot her well I got the eye for the chicks
Ass and tits fat with the juicy lips
Hey mami let me holla at you for a few ticks
Get to know your name while you light this spliffs
Let me get inside your mind for some major shit
Let me put you on to some old gangsta shit (gangsta shit)
I step up in the club so fresh and so clean clean (clean clean)
Max Out, M.A.F.I.A. the American dream team (dream team)
Big free rollin' on dubs with the big wings
When it comes to stuntin' for it shit ain't no thang thang
N***as ain't flaggin' n***as just packin'
Bet you don't want to see the G-U-N-Z'S
Shit is off the hook, ma please believe it
Move Dem Thangs like Angie Martinez

[Chorus/Talkbox]
To all my gangstas, let's keep it rockin'
We got the Cris, let's get it poppin'
We got haaaze, let's get to sparkin
And get to smokin' on somethin'
'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong
With smokin' blunts and fuckin' hoes all night long
[Verse 2: Banger]
Hey Mami
Peace to all my fly hunnies
To all my n***as gettin' money
To all my real gangstas sittin' on 20's
Lace your pinky, your wrist your neck full of jewelry
Live your life to the fullest if you feel me, bitch
Shake it to the left, bitch, shake it to the right
I put my dick in a hoe every single night (every night)
What more can I say I can show you the best tell it
I Get My Freak On way more than Missy Elliot
And if you think somethin' sweet
We do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my jeep
Ass like Trina, take it to the house
Freak like Adina, take it in your mouth
'Cause if you ain't up on thangs
Bang Bang be the name J-M-C's the gang
I rep M-A-X O-U-T
Blaze hoes from NY to Cali to South Beach

[Chorus/Talkbox]
To all my gangstas, let's keep it rockin'
We got the Cris, let's get it poppin'
We got haaaze, let's get to sparkin
And get to smokin' on somethin'
'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong
With smokin' blunts and fuckin' hoes all night long
[Verse 3: Lil' Kim]
Dudes in the rap game, dudes in the movies
Tonight I'm lookin' for an around the way cutey
From blow-outs to waves, hairy can be greasy
Got to be a macaroni 'cause I like 'em real cheesy
Forte Green, Brownsville, Cyprus keep callin'
Thompkins, Marcy Projects we hittin' all of 'em
I'm with my girls so it's all fine and dandy
We stoppin' at the store gettin' some of the hood candy
A n***a with G pulled up in a Porsche C
Said get what you want, everything on me
I said what up, I'm Versace, call her Chanel
What's your name love, huh, get me on my cell
He looked me in my eyes, said yo my name is Ja
I got five ex wives that all push X5s
But you, I put you up in the Bently
Million dollar cribs, break you off somethin' gently
God no, I'm a model, keep poppin' them bottles
Playin' n***as like dummies, and keep takin' this money
Still I don't see nothin' wrong
With spendin' these n***as money all night long

[Chorus]
To all my gangstas, let's keep it rockin'
We got the Cris, let's get it poppin'
We got haaaze, let's get to sparkin
And get to smokin' on somethin'
'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong
With smokin' blunts and fuckin' hoes all night long