[Intro]
QB ya %#@! %#@! is crazy yo
Can't $#&@ wit you

Fo real
They can't $#&@ wit you
They can't $#&@ wit you

What's wrong wit ya'll (*##$es man
What's wrong wit ya'll ^!$$%s man
C'mon The $#&@ is wrong wit ya'll ^!$$%s

Where you at ^!$$%
C'mon ^!$$%
Where you at Where you at ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%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
Yea ^!$$%s


[Chorus: All (Lil' Kim) ]
Do what you like (We don't give a $#&@)
Go head and fight (All my (*##$es grab a ^!$$%)

And $#&@ tonight (It's ya mutha$#&@in world)
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like

Bust of the nine
And $#&@ tonight
Do what you like, do what you like


[Verse 2 Lil' Cease]
Ayo yo ayo

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 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

^!$$%s got rhymes but they flow's so borin
No stage shows, so forget about tourin
Mad at my team cause my ^!$$%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


[Chorus]


[Verse 3 Bristal ]
Once again it's on
The mutha$#&@in 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 attitude for the Y2K
Same %#@! ^!$$% 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 mutha$#&@as 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
Yea I know That some real punk %#@!
$#&@ that I ain't tryna hear that drunk %#@!
(*##$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 aiight maybe get ya #~!!@ sucked tonight

[Chorus]

[Outro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim)]
(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)

Yea mutha$#&@as
All my ^!$$%s get high and $#&@ tonight
It's our mutha$#&@in 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 ^!$$%
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 ^!$$%s