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Do What You Like
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[Intro]
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QB ya shit shit is crazy yo
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Can't fuck wit you
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Fo real
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They can't fuck wit you
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They can't fuck wit you
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What's wrong wit ya'll bitches man
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What's wrong wit ya'll niggas man
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C'mon The fuck is wrong wit ya'll niggas
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Where you at nigga
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C'mon nigga
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Where you at Where you at nigga c'mon
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[Verse 1 Larce "Banger" Vegas ]
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Yo Check em out Yo yo yo
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When it's murder on my mind, I do it all the time
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Got tombstone flow, wit a casket rhyme
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Your gats is plastic, I got platinum nines
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With gold shells Banger Vegas tap ya spine
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I'm the type to spaz out and take back what's mine
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Rep for my hood niggas slingin crack and dimes
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Half is mine
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So you know it's half my time
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In the pen or the box
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Wit my man on the ox
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We gon do it like we did it on the block
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Let's roll
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Like wit 60's 30's
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40 niggas wit me
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Rep ya hood
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Rep ya block
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Rep ya city
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This is me talkin, without the Remy in me
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I kick it from the heart, that's why niggas feel me
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Show ya'll the true meanin why Banger act willie
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Cause I start to spaz and smack a bitch silly
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They call Leo Ganza wit the twin nine millis
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Yea niggas
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Chorus: All (Lil' Kim)
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Do what you like (We don't give a fuck)
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Go head and fight (All my bitches grab a nigga)
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And fuck tonight (It's ya muthafuckin world)
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Do what you like, do what you like
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Do what you like
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Bust of the nine
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And fuck tonight
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Do what you like, do what you like
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[Verse 2 Lil' Cease]
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Ayo yo ayo
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This is for them niggas frontin, don't really want it
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My 32 bullets got all ya names on it
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Hit em in the brain, niggas slain
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Layin dormant
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Iced out grenade, wit the big chains on it
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New Years blimp Wit B.I.G. name on it
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Iceburg sweaters wit Kim name on it
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Cease-A-Le Tee wit big blood stain on it
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Every time I sign a check, I sign a thug name on it
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Niggas got rhymes but they flow's so borin
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No stage shows, so forget about tourin
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Mad at my team cause my niggas stay scorin
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All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warnin
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My guns bust
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Niggas get wet when it's pourin
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Rain down long like Kim gettin dressed in the mornin
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Five star general, spit a uzi at ya coffin
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Run up in ya crib without a search warrant
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Chorus
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[Verse 3 Bristal ]
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Once again it's on
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The muthafuckin psychos M.A.F.I.A.
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Bitches feel us, we the realest
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My Bed Stuy niggas is who I ride for
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Send that ass slow like I ride a six four
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I'm what ya kids admire
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Don't wanna see retire
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Got bitches in the pen and in the church choir
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Got a new attitude for the Y2K
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Same shit nigga try me I'ma blow em away
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[Verse 4 Lil Kim]
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Ayo move out the way Bris I'm about to hook off
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Sick of muthafuckas tryna play us lick we soft
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You have any idea how many words I shook off
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I'm not havin uh no I'm not havin it
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You heard what I said, don't make me raise my voice
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And I know ya'll don't want me to call me boys
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M.A.F.I.A. we break rules in the club
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My whole crews in the club
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And girl, don't you hate when bitches be wit the friends
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Dancin all wild
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Bumpin you again and again
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Yea I know That some real punk shit
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Fuck that I ain't tryna hear that drunk shit
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Bitches like that get stomped out
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You know the rules, beat a bitch till she conk out
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Lady what we fear nigga you like
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Give em a pussy invite
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It's aiight maybe get ya pussy sucked tonight
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Chorus
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Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim)
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(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)
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Yea muthafuckas
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All my niggas get high and fuck tonight
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It's our muthafuckin world
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(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)
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Yea
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Big shout from the house
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Yea Queen Bee
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M.A.F.I.A. style
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B.I.G. Forever baby
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Brooklyn
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We gonna let ya'll know
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Do what you want
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Do what ya like nigga
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It's 2000
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YaknowwhatI'msayin
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All hell to the Y2Kim baby
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GB It's yo turn
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All you hoes make a u-turn
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Aiight Represent niggas
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Do What You Like
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| lil` kim |
