Do What You Like

f/ Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Intro
QB ya s**t s**t is crazy yo
Can't fk wit you
Fo real
They can't fk wit you
They can't fk wit you
What's wrong wit ya'll girls man
What's wrong wit ya'll man
C'mon The fk is wrong wit ya'll
Where you at nigg*
C'mon nigg*
Where you at Where you at nigg* 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 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 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 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

Chorus: All (Lil' Kim) <Lil' Cease>
Do what you like (We don't give a fk)
Go head and fight (All my girls grab a nigg*)
And fk tonight (It's ya muth*fkin world)
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like <You got a muth*fkin gun>
Bust of the nine <All my grab a b*tch>
And fk tonight <It's ya muth*fkin world>
Do what you like, do what you like

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

Chorus

Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim)
(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)
Yea muth*fkas
All my get high and fk tonight
It's our muth*fkin 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 nigg*
It's 2000
YaknowwhatI'msayin
All hell to the Y2Kim baby
GB It's yo turn
All you hoes make a u-turn