Yap-Yap - Junior M.A.F.I.A., Prodigy

Stop fucking running your fucking mouth, ya bitches

What up, Sleep?

My dude

What up, Roc?

Niggas in the hood, man

Yo, they yap about me

They talk about me

They rap about me

They ask about me

All my niggas in the East

They yap about me

All my niggas in the West

They talk about me

Even them Mid-West niggas

They rap about me

All my niggas in the South

They ask about me

Ayo, let me school you to a few niggas be yappin'

Talk a good one, but I don’t be seein' no action

Like they guns go off but I don’t be hearing the clappin'

My guns like '84, got niggas doing the back spins

The ice on my neck look like I’m skiing in Aspens

When it come to fucking, ain’t no question, no askin'

I light up my 'Dro, when I smoke, I don’t pass shit

Reach for my dutch and I clip 'em to ashes

You the type to get signed and be spending advances

I make my dough from hustling, I be splurging my stashes

Y’all niggas caught up in the riches and fashion

Tricking on shorties with tits and fat asses

They ask about me, they talk about me

That Bedstuy BK M.A.F.I.A.

G

Radios interviews and even the magazines

All calling me, all calling free

They yap about me

They yap about me

Uh, all they do?

They talk about me

Uh, all they say?

They rap about me

What?

All they do?

They ask about me

To my niggas up north

They yap about me

Even them niggas in the feds

They talk about me

All them hoes in the club

They rap about me

Even them niggas in the hood

They ask about me

When I step up in the club, them hoes surround me

Got killers, got dealers, they all around me

Got razors, got knives, we mad deep

Got feds, got Ds, they all follow me

On the road, on the street, across the country

Because I move coke and weed, I’m mad deep

Get away from the lower, got bread, I’m scott free

But they still yap yap yap about me

I’m as real as it get, when it’s beef, I don’t preach

No rone, no Puff, no ga-thump, just me

Holmes, that’s what it is and that’s what it’s gon' be

And if it’s personal, we take it to the streets

What I’m driving, who I’m fucking?

Don’t worry 'bout me

Everything is all good, it’s love and no peace

From the thorough that’s borough, that’s NYC

So fuck all you niggas that yap about me

They yap about me

They ask about me

They talk about me (Yo, yo)

They talk about me

This for all my thugs in YO

They yap about me

And my niggas in BK

They ask about me

All my niggas in the Bronx

They talk about me

To all my niggas Uptown

They know about me

Come party with thugs

We only dance if we smoked up and drunk

And only if she got a fatty, face in her chest

Baby girl, she like rap niggas the best

That M.A.F.I.A.

mob shit

'Cause we have a good time everyday

Even though we might have to murder things

Super dope rap, nigga, this is super exclusive

I like flamboyant good weed and new shit

You see about us, we make the news, kid

You know about JM and the Infamous

Boys out in Queens, Brooklyn

I’m testing my guns with iller G

Then I call Lil' Cease

He saw in the club, speed

We superstars, you want that V.I.P

Like dawg, you ask about me

Baby girl wanna be a star

She heard my guns, know how to hit long

She ask about P

They talk about me

They ask about P

What’s up with Mobb, P?

They know about me

All my niggas up in Queens

They ask about me

All the shorties in the P’s

They talk about me

Even them niggas in the streets

They yap about me

And all them niggas holding heat

They yap about me