Do What You Like - Lil' Kim

QB ya sh_t sh_t is crazy yo
Can't f_ck wit you
Fo real
They can't f_ck wit you
They can't f_ck wit you
What's wrong wit ya'll b_tches man
What's wrong wit ya'll n_ggas man
C'mon The f_ck is wrong wit ya'll n_ggas
Where you at n_gga
C'mon n_gga
Where you at Where you at n_gga 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_ggas 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_ggas 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_ggas feel me
Show ya'll the true meanin why Banger act willie
Cause I start to spaz and smack a b_tch silly
They call Leo Ganza wit the twin nine millis
Yea n_ggas

[Chorus: All (Lil' Kim) ]
Do what you like (We don't give a f_ck)
Go head and fight (All my b_tches grab a n_gga)
And f_ck tonight (It's ya muthaf_ckin world)
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like
Bust of the nine
And f_ck tonight
Do what you like, do what you like

[Verse 2 Lil' Cease]
Ayo yo ayo
This is for them n_ggas frontin, don't really want it
My 32 bullets got all ya names on it
Hit em in the brain, n_ggas 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_ggas got rhymes but they flow's so borin
No stage shows, so forget about tourin
Mad at my team cause my n_ggas stay scorin
All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warnin
My guns bust
N_ggas 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


[Verse 3 Bristal ]
Once again it's on
The muthaf_ckin psychos M.A.F.I.A.
B_tches feel us, we the realest
My Bed Stuy n_ggas 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 b_tches in the pen and in the church choir
Got a new attitude for the Y2K
Same sh_t n_gga 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 muthaf_ckas 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_tches be wit the friends
Dancin all wild
Bumpin you again and again
Yea I know That some real punk sh_t
F_ck that I ain't tryna hear that drunk sh_t
B_tches like that get stomped out
You know the rules, beat a b_tch till she conk out
Lady what we fear n_gga you like
Give em a p_ssy invite
It's aiight maybe get ya p_ssy s_cked tonight


[Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim)]
(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)
Yea muthaf_ckas
All my n_ggas get high and f_ck tonight
It's our muthaf_ckin world
(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)
Big shout from the house
Yea Queen Bee
M.A.F.I.A. style
B.I.G. Forever baby
We gonna let ya'll know
Do what you want
Do what ya like n_gga
It's 2000
All hell to the Y2Kim baby
GB It's yo turn
All you hoes make a u-turn
Aiight Represent n_ggas

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