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  • 作词 : A. Spain/J. Lloyd/K. Jones/J. Fisher/K. Raphael
    作曲 : A. Spain/J. Lloyd/K. Jones/J. Fisher/K. Raphael
    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 ******* grab a ******)
    And ****** tonight (It's ya mutha****** 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****** psychos M.A.F.I.A.
    ******* feel us, we the realest
    My Bed Stuy ******s 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 ******* in the pen and in the church choir
    Got a new attitude for the Y2K
    Same *******t ****** 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 ******* be wit the friends
    Dancin all wild
    Bumpin you again and again
    Yea I know That some real punk *******t
    ****** that I ain't tryna hear that drunk *******t
    ******* 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****** 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
  • 作词 : A. Spain/J. Lloyd/K. Jones/J. Fisher/K. Raphael
    作曲 : A. Spain/J. Lloyd/K. Jones/J. Fisher/K. Raphael
    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 ******* grab a ******)
    And ****** tonight (It's ya mutha****** 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****** psychos M.A.F.I.A.
    ******* feel us, we the realest
    My Bed Stuy ******s 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 ******* in the pen and in the church choir
    Got a new attitude for the Y2K
    Same *******t ****** 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 ******* be wit the friends
    Dancin all wild
    Bumpin you again and again
    Yea I know That some real punk *******t
    ****** that I ain't tryna hear that drunk *******t
    ******* 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****** 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