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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 ****) |
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Go head and fight (All my bitches grab a nigga) |
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And **** tonight (It's ya mutha****in 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 **** 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 mutha****in 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 mutha****as 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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**** 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 mutha****as |
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All my niggas get high and **** tonight |
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It's our mutha****in 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 |
