text: Yeah
  Niggas know what time it is
  Junior M.A.F.I.A. in the motherfuckin house
  Talkin a dangerous crew
  Junior M.A.F.I.A., my man Mad Klep
  Stealing everything in sight
  Niggas know the pedigree, B-town, represent
  All day every day, know what Im 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 aint hard to tell
  I never changed, live the life of an outlaw
  You think the world is yours?
  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, lifes a everyday struggle
  Girls be nothing but trouble, bitches aint shit
  If I ruled the world wed thug them gold digger ladies first
  You think I need a girl?
  Check yourself, its 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
  Im a P-I-M-P, buck buck once
  The type of guy to take a big over and toss it up
  Yo, yo, yo, yo
  Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno
  Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno
  Im your idol, the highest title
  Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno
  Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno
  Im your idol, the highest title
  The ruler is back, its 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 aint no joke, mastered the art of storytelling
  Three times sold
  Bowed and powder, explosive vocab, world renown
  Bow down, you cant touch this, how you like me now?
  I move the crowd , check the rhymes of a mastermind
  Through a Hail Mary changed the scorn, its 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
  Dont worry just dont bite it
  All eyes on me, patiently waiting
  My name is Klep the dream shatterer, so what you sayin?
  Yo, yo, yo, yo
  Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno
  Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno
  Im your idol, the highest title
  Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno
  Im your idol, the highest title, numero uno
  Im your idol, the highest title
  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 yall 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 yours, Im a rebel without applause
  Bring the noise, Im on criminology, quiet storm 
  My UZI weighs a ton, public enemy number one
  Ghetto superstar, everything remains raw Rated R
  New York, New York, L.A. L.A
  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, Im real, youre still not a player forever
  Peace out at Sean Award, tours gone until November
  Yeah
  There you have it, Junior M.A.F.I.A. 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 yall 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 cant fuck with the Kleptomaniac, nigga!
  Yo, load up the motherfucking clips man, cock the gats boy
  You cant fuck with the Kleptomaniac, nigga!
  Junior M.A.F.I.A. in the motherfucking house
  You cant fuck with the Kleptomaniac, nigga!
  Blaow, now its all over
  You cant fuck with the...
  Yeah
  Pack up your shit baby, we finna get the fuck up outta here