Stephan Dent - Do What You Like lyrics

[Intro] QB ya sh** sh** is crazy yo Can't f** wit you Fo real They can't f** wit you They can't f** wit you What's wrong wit ya'll b**hes man What's wrong wit ya'll n***as man C'mon The f** is wrong wit ya'll n***as Where you at n***a C'mon n***a Where you at Where you at n***a 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***as 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***as 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***as feel me Show ya'll the true meanin why Banger act willie Cause I start to spaz and smack a b**h silly They call Leo Ganza wit the twin nine millis Yea n***as Chorus: All (Lil' Kim) [Lil' Cease] Do what you like (We don't give a f**) Go head and fight (All my b**hes grab a n***a) And f** tonight (It's ya muthaf**in world) Do what you like, do what you like Do what you like [You got a muthaf**in gun] Bust of the nine [All my n***as grab a b**h] And f** tonight [It's ya muthaf**in world] Do what you like, do what you like [Verse 2 Lil' Cease] Ayo yo ayo This is for them n***as frontin, don't really want it My 32 bullets got all ya names on it Hit em in the brain, n***as 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***as got rhymes but they flow's so borin No stage shows, so forget about tourin Mad at my team cause my n***as stay scorin All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warnin My guns bust n***as 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 muthaf**in psychos M.A.F.I.A b**hes feel us, we the realest My Bed Stuy n***as is who I ride for Send that a** slow like I ride a six four I'm what ya kids admire Don't wanna see retire Got b**hes in the pen and in the church choir Got a new attitude for the Y2K Same sh** n***a try me I'mma blow em away [Verse 4 Lil Kim] Ayo move out the way Bris I'm about to hook off Sick of muthaf**as tryna play us like 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**hes be wit the friends Dancin all wild Bumpin you again and again Yea I know That some real punk sh** f** that I ain't tryna hear that drunk sh** b**hes like that get stomped out You know the rules, beat a b**h till she conk out Lady what we fear n***a you like Give em a p**y invite It's aiight maybe get ya p**y s**ed tonight Chorus Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim) (Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out) Yea muthaf**as All my n***as get high and f** tonight It's our muthaf**in 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 n***a 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 n***as