QB ya **** **** is crazy yo, can't ***k wit' you fo' real
They can't ***k wit' you, they can't ***k wit' you
What's wrong wit' ya'll *****s man?
The ***k is wrong wit ya'll *****s, where you at *****
C'mon *****, yo, where you at, where you at *****
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 *****s 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 *****s 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 *****s feel me
Show ya'll the true meanin' why Banger act Willie
'Cause I start to spaz and smack a ***** silly
They call Leo Ganza wit' the twin nine millis, yeah *****s

Do what you like, we don't give a ***k
Go head and fight, all my *****es grab a *****
And ***k tonight, it's ya mutha***kin' world
Do what you like, do what you like

Do what you like, you got a mutha***kin' gun
Bust of the nine, all my *****s grab a *****
And ***k tonight, it's ya mutha***kin' world
Do what you like, do what you like

This is for them *****s frontin', don't really want it
My 32 bullets got all ya names on it
Hit 'em in the brain, *****s slain, layin' dormant
Iced out grenade, wit' the big chains on it

New 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 it

*****s got rhymes but they flow's so borin'
No stage shows, so forget about tourin'
Mad at my team 'cause my *****s stay scorin'
All you gotta do is make a false move and it's warnin'

My guns bust, *****s 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

Do what you like, we don't give a ***k
Go head and fight, all my *****es grab a *****
And ***k tonight, it's ya mutha***kin' world
Do what you like, do what you like

Do what you like, you got a mutha***kin' gun
Bust of the nine, all my *****s grab a *****
And ***k tonight, it's ya mutha***kin' world
Do what you like, do what you like

Once again it's on, the mutha***kin psychos M.A.F.I.A.
*****es feel us, we the realest
My Bed Stuy *****s is who I ride for
Send that *** slow like I ride a six four

I'm what ya kids admire, don't wanna see retire
Got *****es in the pen and in the church choir
Got a new at***ude for the Y2K
Same **** *****, try me I'ma blow 'em away

Ayo move out the way Bris, I'm about to hook off
Sick of mutha***kas 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 *****es be wit' the friends
Dancin' all wild, bumpin you again and again
Yeah, I know that some real punk ****
***k that, I ain't tryna hear that drunk ****

*****es like that get stomped out
You know the rules, beat a ***** till she conk out
Lady what we fear ***** you like, give 'em a ***** invite
It's aight maybe get ya ***** sucked tonight

And do what you like, we don't give a ***k
Go head and fight, all my *****es grab a *****
And ***k tonight, it's ya mutha***kin' world
Do what you like, do what you like

Do what you like, you got a mutha***kin' gun
Bust of the nine, all my *****s grab a *****
And ***k tonight, it's ya mutha***kin' world
Do what you like, do what you like

Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out
Yeah mutha***kas
All my *****s get high and ***k tonight
It's our mutha***kin' world

Ya'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 know

Do what you want, do what ya like *****, 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 *****s