[Intro]
Queen Bitch yah shit shit is crazy you
Can't fuck with you
For real
They can't fuck with you
They can't fuck with you
What's wrong with ya'll bitches man
What's wrong with ya'll niggas man
c'mon The fuck 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 them 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 yah spine
I'm the type to spazz out and take back what's mine
Rep for my hood niggas slinging crack and dimes
Half is mine
So you know it's half my time
In the pen or the box
With 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
forty niggas with me
Rep yah hood
Rep yah block
Rep yah 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 meaning why Banger act willie
Cause I start to spazz and smack a bitch silly
They call Leo Ganza wit the twin nine millis
Yeah niggas

Chorus: All (Lil' Kim) Lil' Cease
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 yah mother fucking world)
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like You got a muthafuckin gun
Bust of the nine All my niggas grab a bitch
And fuck tonight It's ya mother fucking world
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 thirty-two bullets got all yah names on it
Hit them in the brain, niggas slaying
Layinh dormant
Iced out grenade, with the big chains on it
New Years blimp With B.I.G. name on it
Iceburg sweaters with Kim name on it
Cease-A-Le Tee with 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 boring
No stage shows, so forget about touring
Mad at my team cause my niggas stay scoring
All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warning
My guns bust
Niggas get wet when it's pourin
Rain down long like Kim gettin dressed in the morning
Five star general, spit a uzi at yah coffin
Run up in yah crib without a search warrant

Chorus

[Verse 3 Bristal ]
Once again it's on
The mother fucking 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 four
I'm what yah kids admire
Don't want to 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'm a blow em away

[Verse 4 Lil Kim]
Ayy yo move out the way Bris I'm about to hook off
Sick of mother fuckers trying 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 bitches be with the friends
Dancin all wild
Bumpin you again and again
Yea I know That some real punk shit
Fuck that I ain't trying hear that drunk shit
Bitches 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 aiight maybe get yah pussy sucked tonight

Chorus

Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim)
(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore yah get stomped out)
Yea muthafuckas
All my niggas get high and fuck tonight
It's our mother fucking world
(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore yah get stomped out)
Yeah
Big shout from the house
Yeah 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 yah like nigga
It's 2000
Yah know whatI'm sayin
All hell to the Y2Kim baby
GB It's yo turn
All you hoes make a you-turn
Aiight Represent niggas

Writer : LLOYD, JAMES / LARCENY, . / JONES, KIMBERLY / RAPHAEL, K. / FISHER, JAMEL
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.