Who Sang Oh My Lord? Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Junior M.A.F.I.A. Conspiracy cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1995-8-29
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Thug Rap
length: 3:40
Why *****z want to clock me?
Like that dance called the chachi
Don't they know I break ************s into parts like Rocky
Part I part II part III *****z can't **** with me
My style's knock kneed plum crazy (what?)
Who's that wild *** ************ catchin wreck
Stickin Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques
It's Klep the death specialist Stallone and Stone ****
Stayin high representin for the nine-quint
Ras bad guy, burns the house down like Left Eye
Why try mimic? MC's get broke like speed limits (uhh)
*****z can't **** with my metaphors
Canin MC's like they in Singapore; Klep been through more wards
Than Humphrey Shore, put together catchin leathers
On the regular, got that net, push me round and Dread stressin a
Trick hoe, what the Dread won't know won't hurt
Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?
It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers'
Life interceptor, ***** collector
Got your ***** on my **** and I ain't even stressin her
Check enough sex in her, my styles are regular
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the senator

*****s say "Oh my lord!"

Throw gats to Guiliani
Flows tighter than *****es punani, try me, die G
Dangerous, since my daddy bust me out
The tip of his ****, Biggie Smalls with the wickedest ****
Spit clips, *****z split like bananas
Flavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach
I strangle each,negro for they dough
*****z get to bendin, got two cases, one pendin
560 V-12 engine, women spinnin
In 9-2-9 Mazda's, Tammy and Natasha
The menage-a-trois around my waist
Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin 50 sacks in the back of Ac's
Windows cracked, so sit back relax
Yo Vec, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash

*****s say "Oh my lord!"
*****s say "Oh my lord!"
*****s say "Oh my lord!"
*****s say "Oh my lord!"

What you doin with yourself? Stone heart's the way to wealth
Indecisive thoughts make sentences get dealt
Money makes the world go round, robbin ****
**** a job ****, *****z want cribs, bricks and spliffs
All-wheel automobiles, traction control
For clay roads, rollin with dough, kickin game
On the cel with *****es on hold, that's how we roll (uhh)
Rhymes got tight as hell so to the bank I stroll (uhh)
Money on my mind, open lips from my eyes
Reveal pupils shaped like dollar signs

The world is mine!
*****z frontin, feelin twelve gauge pellets
BIG is repellant, to all that "He say, she say"
We play, Russian roulette, **** the threat
Your whole crew's vagina, you and your co-signer
*****, we rollin in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dash
Three G's in the stash, see we love the cash
No coke, then get some more

*****s say "Oh my lord!"
*****s say "Oh my lord!"
*****s say "Oh my lord!"
*****s say "Oh my lord!"

*****z don't know bout my game, they don't know
How complex it is, baggin *****es in GS 300 Lexuses
And the sex is for summer sports
Passports for drug transports to remote resorts
*****es with Donna Karan "Catwoman" suits, matchin figure boots
Haircut cute, on tops and garters like prostitutes
My lyrics explicit
Got *****es bringin they own condoms on the first visit

If Biggie bring big bowls of beef
Backin ***** *****z down, burners bring bundles of belief
Common thief, slash drug chief, syndicated
Went from 10 K, to 24 K and ************s hate it
J.M. sedated, quarantined (uhh)
BIG for President, buckin shots past the spleen
9 millimeter dream, Mac 11 nightmares
Electric chairs, which MC's do you fear?
Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A., nuff said
*****z disrespect just are dead...

CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 White Chalk
  • 3 Excuse Me...
  • 4 Realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
  • 5 Player's Anthem
  • 6 I Need You Tonight
  • 7 Get Money
  • 8 I've Been...
  • 9 Crazaay
  • 10 Back Stabbers
  • 11 Shot!
  • 12 Lyrical Wizardy
  • 13 Oh My Lord
  • 14 Murder Onze
  • 15 Outro

  • Release information
    label: Big Beat
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 075679261427
    script: Latin