Lil Kim: Do what you like

[Intro] QB ya shit shit is crazy yo Can't fuck wit you Fo real They can't fuck wit you They can't fuck wit you What's wrong wit ya'll bitches man What's wrong wit ya'll niggas man C'mon The fuck is wrong wit ya'll niggas Where you at nigga C'mon nigga Where you at Where you at nigga c'mon [Verse 1 Larce "Banger" Vegas ] Yo Check em out Yo yo yo When it's murder on my mind, I do it all the time Got tombstone flow, wit a casket rhyme Your gats is plastic, I got platinum nines With gold shells Banger Vegas tap ya spine I'm the type to spaz out and take back what's mine Rep for my hood niggas slingin crack and dimes Half is mine So you know it's half my time In the pen or the box Wit my man on the ox We gon do it like we did it on the block Let's roll Like wit 60's 30's 40 niggas wit me Rep ya hood Rep ya block Rep ya city This is me talkin, without the Remy in me I kick it from the heart, that's why niggas feel me Show ya'll the true meanin why Banger act willie Cause I start to spaz and smack a bitch silly They call Leo Ganza wit the twin nine millis Yea niggas Chorus: All (Lil' Kim) Do what you like (We don't give a fuck) Go head and fight (All my bitches grab a nigga) And fuck tonight (It's ya muthafuckin world) Do what you like, do what you like Do what you like Bust of the nine And fuck tonight Do what you like, do what you like [Verse 2 Lil' Cease] Ayo yo ayo This is for them niggas frontin, don't really want it My 32 bullets got all ya names on it Hit em in the brain, niggas slain Layin dormant Iced out grenade, wit the big chains on it New Years blimp Wit B.I.G. name on it Iceburg sweaters wit Kim name on it Cease-A-Le Tee wit big blood stain on it Every time I sign a check, I sign a thug name on it Niggas got rhymes but they flow's so borin No stage shows, so forget about tourin Mad at my team cause my niggas stay scorin All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warnin My guns bust Niggas get wet when it's pourin Rain down long like Kim gettin dressed in the mornin Five star general, spit a uzi at ya coffin Run up in ya crib without a search warrant Chorus [Verse 3 Bristal ] Once again it's on The muthafuckin psychos M.A.F.I.A. Bitches feel us, we the realest My Bed Stuy niggas is who I ride for Send that ass slow like I ride a six four I'm what ya kids admire Don't wanna see retire Got bitches in the pen and in the church choir Got a new attitude for the Y2K Same shit nigga try me I'ma blow em away [Verse 4 Lil Kim] Ayo move out the way Bris I'm about to hook off Sick of muthafuckas tryna play us lick we soft You have any idea how many words I shook off I'm not havin uh no I'm not havin it You heard what I said, don't make me raise my voice And I know ya'll don't want me to call me boys M.A.F.I.A. we break rules in the club My whole crews in the club And girl, don't you hate when bitches be wit the friends Dancin all wild Bumpin you again and again Yea I know That some real punk shit Fuck that I ain't tryna hear that drunk shit Bitches like that get stomped out You know the rules, beat a bitch till she conk out Lady what we fear nigga you like Give em a pussy invite It's aiight maybe get ya pussy sucked tonight Chorus Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim) (Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out) Yea muthafuckas All my niggas get high and fuck tonight It's our muthafuckin world (Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out) Yea Big shout from the house Yea Queen Bee M.A.F.I.A. style B.I.G. Forever baby Brooklyn We gonna let ya'll know Do what you want Do what ya like nigga It's 2000 YaknowwhatI'msayin All hell to the Y2Kim baby GB It's yo turn All you hoes make a u-turn Aiight Represent niggas