Junior M.A.F.I.A.

[pensive music] Terrence Harding is not your average real estate agent.

Prior to becoming licensed, the smooth-talking 49-year-old, often seen in a three-piece suit, was a rapper with Notorious B.I.G.'s hit group Junior M.A.F.I.A. After feeling frustrated with unfair record contracts, he pivoted to a new career, where his talents and ambition could be better appreciated.

He received his real estate license in 2006 and joined the firm Mark David and Company.

By 2007, he was one of its top agents.

Yeah, it's time to hit a hard reset once Tony Parker gets hit with a bottle.

Well, I mean, did you feel like you grew up a little quicker than most just 'cause, you know, your dad was in Junior M.A.F.I.A., you have, like, similar to Mal, like you, you do have a hip hop royalty family even though you weren't directly in.

Yeah.

We sued on that, babies.

King Wow and Remix.

First things first, eye popping freak all the honeys Dummies, Playboy bunnies, those wanting money Those are ones I like 'cause they don't get nothing But penetration unless it smells like fermentation Garbagе turned like doorknobs Heartthrob never, black and ugly as ever Most peepee when they see me, never who creep me in they teepee As I lay down laws like Alan Coppet Stop it, if you think you're gonna make a profit Don't see my ones, don't see my guns, get it? Now tell your friends Poppa hit it, then split it In two, as I flow with the Junior Mafia I don't know what the hell's stoppin' ya Shockin' ya, Versace shade watchin' ya Once the gray, I'm in game begin Boy, I talk about how I dress with this In diamond necklaces, stretch Lexuses The sex is just immaculate From the back I get deeper and deeper Help you reach the climax that your man can't make Call and tell him you'll be home real late This ain't a break, uh I got that good love, girl, you didn't know? I got that good love, girl, you didn't know? Uh, uh, uh She's sick of that song and how it's so long Thought he worked his until I handled my biz There I is, Major Payne like Damon Wayans Low Down Dirty even like his brother Keenen Schemin', don't leave your girl 'round me True player for real, ask Puff Daddy You ringin' bells with bags from Chanel Baby Ben straight from me, a Hyundai Excel Rollin' with clips, leave your changer with the cell She beep me, meet me at twelve Where your ex flippin' dog, playin' card loans While I'm swimmin' in your women like the breaststroke Right stroke, left stroke, what's the best stroke? Death stroke, tongue all down her throat Nothin' left to do but send her home to you I'm through, can you sing the song for me, huh?

huh?[upbeat music]

I can't give you more.

One step, kaboom, black suits fill the room.

To whom it may concern, Junior M.A.F.I.A. is the clique.

Asked up, I have my homies total busting shit.

That's right.

Like when I hear this, I'm reminded that Lil' Kim used to be dope.

She had a space and time where she was really good from that Junior Mafia album to like this.

And then it kind of went downhill.

But the OG version is great too.

I just

felt like, okay, we're going to bring a girl in and make it okay.

Kim got her start in Junior Mafia.

They weren't fucking

206 wants to know what the beat is.

Isn't that Junior Mafia? I heard this song recently.

Didn't I ask you this? I said I heard this song recently, and then I was asking you what we use it for, and only Maura could remember it was for Buy or Sell.

Okay, question number two.

Kiss me

Come on, yeah, yeah, Harlem on the rise With 112, and you don't want no problem with us guys Yo, you cats never want a problem like we want it When Harlem World double up, we put G's on it I push a new 700, AMGs on it And if you can't see the ice, that mean my sleeves on it You know I dress as I'm supposed to Stretch Lex with a chauffeur Never sober, red Testarossa Cherry Rover, baguettes in my Jehovah Me and Puff at the Grammys, sitting next to Hov All we hear is platinum that, platinum this Platinum whips, nobody got no platinum hits You cats know with me, platinum always wrap my wrist I come to the awards, quadruple platinum chicks Little ones like .25 what casket smack with Big ones like .45 what casket clap with I react sick whenever my dough ain't active Harlem World, Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah, and that's it, come on

Baby, hold me, hold me

What y'all doing?

Uh.

Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Uh, uh.

Uh.

Check it out.

Now folks, shit for the ass.

Uh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Represent, baby, baby.