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Do What You Like

This song is by Lil' Kim and appears on the album The Notorious K.I.M. (2000).

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 y'all bitches man
What's wrong wit y'all niggas man
C'mon The fuck is wrong wit y'all 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 y'all 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
Yeah niggas

Chorus: All (Lil' Kim) Lil' Cease
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 You got a muthafuckin gun
Bust of the nine All my niggas grab a bitch
And fuck tonight It's ya muthafuckin world
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

(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 y'all 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
Yeah 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

Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim)
(Y'all need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)
Yeah muthafuckas
All my niggas get high and fuck tonight
It's our muthafuckin world
(Y'all need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)
Big shout from the house
Yeah Queen Bee
M.A.F.I.A. style
B.I.G. Forever baby
We gonna let y'all know
Do what you want
Do what ya like nigga
It's 2000
All hell to the Y2Kim baby
GB It's yo turn
All you hoes make a u-turn
Aiight Represent niggas

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