Player’s Anthem:

(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I’m surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals
Smokin skunk and mad Phillies
Beatin down Billy Bada****, cracks in stacks and masses
If robbery’s a class, bet I pass it
S*** get drastic, I’m buryin ya bastards
Big Poppa never softenin
Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin
Leave the f***** coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears
Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid’s tears
Versace wear, Moschino on my b******
She whippin my ride, countin my one’s, thinkin I’m richest
Just the way players play, all day everyday
I don’t know what else to say
I’ve been robbin n***** since Run and them was singin ‘Here We Go’
Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn’t know
my flow, detrimental to your health
Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun
My mind’s my nine, my pen’s my Mac-10
My target, all you wack n****** who started rappin
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, n****** know the half
Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths
Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly
The Smalls b****, who the f*** it was supposed to be?

Get Money:

You wanna sip Mo’ on my living room flo’
Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo
Pick up my phone say, “Poppa not home”
Sex all night, mad head in the morn’
Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on tit-tie sayin B-I-G, now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby
Don’tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby
Won’tcha, picture life as my wife just think
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say youse the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
S*** got hot, you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got
‘Nother intricate plot, the b**** said I raped her
“Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?”
My Mo-sci-no h**, my Ver-sa-ce hottie
Come to find out, you was f***** everybody
You knew about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C.
Woe, oh is me, that’s what I get for trickin
Pay my own bail, commence to a** kickin
Lick in the door, wavin the four-four
All you heard was, “Poppa don’t hit me no more”
Disrespect my click, my s***’* imperial
F*** around and made her milkbox material
You feel me? Suckin d***, runnin your lips
‘Cause of you, I’m on some real fuck a b**** s***, uhh..