Junior M.A.F.I.A. Do What You Like Lyrics

[Intro]
QB ya s___ s___ is crazy yo
Can't f___ wit you
Fo real
They can't f___ wit you
They can't f___ wit you
What's wrong wit ya'll b____es man
What's wrong wit ya'll n____s man
C'mon The f___ is wrong wit ya'll n____s
Where you at n____
C'mon n____
Where you at Where you at n____ 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 n____s 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 n____s 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 n____s feel me
Show ya'll the true meanin why Banger act willie
Cause I start to spaz and smack a b____ silly
They call Leo Ganza wit the twin nine millis
Yea n____s

Chorus: All (Lil' Kim) Lil' Cease
Do what you like (We don't give a f___)
Go head and fight (All my b____es grab a n____)
And f___ tonight (It's ya m____fuckin world)
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like You got a m____fuckin gun
Bust of the nine All my n____s grab a b____
And f___ tonight It's ya m____fuckin world
Do what you like, do what you like

[Verse 2 Lil' Cease]
Ayo yo ayo
This is for them n____s frontin, don't really want it
My 32 bullets got all ya names on it
Hit em in the brain, n____s 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
n____s got rhymes but they flow's so borin
No stage shows, so forget about tourin
Mad at my team cause my n____s stay scorin
All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warnin
My guns bust
n____s 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 m____fuckin psychos M.A.F.I.A.
b____es feel us, we the realest
My Bed Stuy n____s is who I ride for
Send that a__ slow like I ride a six four
I'm what ya kids admire
Don't wanna see retire
Got b____es in the pen and in the church choir
Got a new attitude for the Y2K
Same s___ n____ 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 m____fuckas 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 b____es be wit the friends
Dancin all wild
b__pin you again and again
Yea I know That some real punk s___
f___ that I ain't tryna hear that drunk s___
b____es like that get stomped out
You know the rules, beat a b____ till she conk out
Lady what we fear n____ you like
Give em a p____ invite
It's aiight maybe get ya p____ sucked tonight

Chorus

Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim)
(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)
Yea m____fuckas
All my n____s get high and f___ tonight
It's our m____fuckin 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 n____
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 n____s