Do What You Like Feat Junior Mafia Lyrics - Lil Kim

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Intro]
Qb ya xxxx xxxx is crazy yo
Can't xxxx wit you
Fo real
They can't xxxx wit you
They can't xxxx wit you
What's wrong wit ya'll xxxxxxx man
What's wrong wit ya'll niggas man
C'mon the xxxx 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 xxxxx 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 xxxxxxx grab a nigga)
And xxxx tonight (it's ya muthafuckin world)
Do what you like do what you like
Do what you like bust of the nine and xxxx 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 xxx slow like i ride a six four
I'm what ya kids admire
Don't wanna see retire
Got xxxxxxx in the pen and in the church choir
Got a new attitude for the y2k
Same xxxx 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 xxxxxxx 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 xxxxx till she conk out
Lady what we fear nigga you like
Give em a xxxxx invite
It's aiight maybe get ya xxxxx 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 xxxx 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

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