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Do What You Like (feat. Junior M.A.F.I.A.)

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' ya'll niggas man?

The fuck is wrong wit ya'll niggas, where you at nigga

C'mon nigga, yo, where you at, where you at nigga

Check 'em out, yo yo yoWhen 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 spineI'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 oxWe 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 meI 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 bitch silly

They call Leo Ganza wit' the twin nine millis, yeah niggasDo 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 likeDo 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 likeThis 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 itNew Years blimp wit' big 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 itNiggas 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 warrantDo 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 likeDo 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 likeOnce 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 fourI'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 awayAyo 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' itYou 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 clubAnd 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 shitBitches 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 aight maybe get ya pussy sucked tonightAnd 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 likeDo 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 likeYa'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out

Yeah muthafuckas

All my niggas get high and fuck tonight

It's our muthafuckin' worldYa'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out, yeah

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 knowDo 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, aight represent niggas

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