text: A-yeah!
  Bad Boy in the house for the 95
  Big shout out to my man Mel Smith
  To my man Don Cee Shan in the house
  Whats up Michelle Ray, whats up boo?
  Sick of mama screamin that Get a job, nigga
  Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga
  Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hooptie 
  Whispered in his ear This is what we got to do, G
  Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
  So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood 
  Cause baby-mama screamin, Your daughter 12 months
  Cant live life slingin rocks and smokin blunts 
  Hangin with the niggas dont pay the bills
  And being broke at 30 give a nigga the chills
  So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
  Yo, you see that shit? 
  Colombian, Dominican, yeah whatever
  Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
  Two keys, 20 Gs, nigga, please!
  Blew his brains out cause witnesses, we dont leave
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real niggas do real things
  Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
  Real niggas do real things
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real niggas do real things
  Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
  Real niggas do real things, ugh!
  And the saga continues, uh
  Radio check, back on the phones! I got a caller. Caller, your name?
  Yo, this is Jam
  Who?
  Jam!
  DJ Jam?
  DJ Jam!
  Fuck you doing on the phone? Man, you supposed to be helping me do this Biggie thing...
  Man, if JC can get up in here and do his, you know what Im saying, lil roll call, lil thing, I know I can get up in here and introduce mine. You know what Im saying?
  Aight, yo
  Can I run it down?
  Yeah, aight
  Ima just let the record spin and this what I want you to play, right?
  Aight!
  You can hit me off with uh, first, with Ready to Die.
  Yeah
  Come back with One More Chance.
  Mhm
  Then you know you gotta hit that The What with the Mr. Mef, right?
  Yeah
  And then, since it is a Everyday Struggle out there, you can hit me with that joint, too
  Thats right. Now bring your ass back in this room and get back on them turntables
  Yeah, Bad Boy in the house
  Blowing up the spot and all that
  And all this paper, son
  Keep it real, son
  PR in the house
  Nasim
  Supa P Kelly Green represent to the fullest
  After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made
  I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the MAFIA an arcade
  Mad games: pool tables and candy 
  A little extra trickin loot be comin in handy
  Check it, got on some 95 shit, sold the 5, bought the 6
  Del Vec, copped the Lex, we was set 
  Nino had work all in the projects
  Niggas slingin Os he kept the profit
  No one could stop it, we was livin it up
  All the sexy young bitches stressin, givin it up
  Same bitches suckin dick, tryin their best to thrill me
  Said the niggas I killed is out to kill me
  Soon as she spoke, on that note, I saw trenchcoats
  One had a MAC spittin, all I saw was gunsmoke
  The other had a shotty, I was shootin everybody
  And I wasnt missin , had to get out this position
  Niggas still hittin, feeling hot ones in my back
  Licked six shots, smoked the nigga with the MAC
  The nigga with the shotty still bustin, cussin
  Maricóns and putas, all Im tryin to do is shoot ya
  Two shots in the Ruger, booyah! Blew his ass out
  Then I passed out 
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real niggas do real things
  Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
  Real niggas do real things
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real niggas do real things
  Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
  Real niggas do real things 
  And the saga continues
  Bad Boy in the house, for the 95 piece
  Real niggas, aight
  Yo check it
  Call Lil Cease, tell that motherfucker to bring me some motherfucking weed to this hospital
  Fuck that, tell Uncle Paulie to go pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take about 20 Gs from Nino
  Tell that motherfucker to get this nigga next door up out of here, that nigga be snoring all night, I cant sleep
  And call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick, ugh!
  The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
   But the nurses is lovin me
  Sayin the best part of the day is my half
  Feedin me breakfast and givin me a sponge bath 
  Niggas say I died dead in the streets
  Nigga, Im gettin high, gettin head on the beach
  Chillin , sittin on about half a million
  With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
  Next two years, I should see about a billion 
  All for the love of drug dealing 
  Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks 
  Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips
  All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme 
  Raw flows, and thats how it goes
  On the road to riches and diamond rings 
  Real niggas do real things
  Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
  Real niggas do real things
  On the road to riches and diamond rings
  Real niggas do real things
  Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
  Real niggas do real things, ugh!
  Check it out 
  The Notorious B.I.G. be representing BK to the fullest 
  Junior Mafia for life!
  Give a shoutouts to DJ Jam! 
  Craig Frazier! Homicide!
  The whole Radio Check crew! 
  Death Row! The West Coast!
  My nigga Wiz, my nigga JC 
  Money Mal, Big Pump!
  The whole Junior Mafia clique 
  Representing, Uncle Paulie 
  9-5 motherfuckers!
  Get high motherfuckers! 
  Ready to Die motherfuckers!
  And if you dont know...