[Intro]
  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 bitches man
  What's wrong wit 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 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 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 ox
  We 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 me
  I 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
  Yea niggas
    [Chorus: All (Lil' Kim) ]
  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 like
  Do what you like
  Bust of the nine
  And fuck tonight
  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 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 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
  Niggas 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 warrant
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3 Bristal ]
  Once 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 four
  I'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 away
    [Verse 4 Lil Kim]
  Ayo 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 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 wit the friends
  Dancin all wild
  Bumpin you again and again
  Yea I know That some real punk shit
  Fuck that I ain't tryna 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 ya pussy sucked tonight
    [Chorus]
    [Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim)]
  (Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)
  Yea muthafuckas
  All my niggas get high and fuck tonight
  It's our muthafuckin 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 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 Represent niggas