What You Like-Atu

What You Like - Atu QB ya sh*t sh*t is crazy yo, can't f**k wit' you fo' real They can't f**k wit' you, they can't f**k wit' you What's wrong wit' ya'll niggas man? The f**k is wrong wit ya'll niggas, where you at ni**a C'mon ni**a, yo, where you at, where you at ni**a 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 b**ch silly They call Leo Ganza wit' the twin nine millis, yeah niggas Do what you like, we don't give a f**k Go head and fight, all my b**ches grab a ni**a And f**k tonight, it's ya muthaf**kin' world Do what you like, do what you like Do what you like, you got a muthaf**kin' gun Bust of the nine, all my niggas grab a b**ch And f**k tonight, it's ya muthaf**kin' world Do what you like, do what you like 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' 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 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 Do what you like, we don't give a f**k Go head and fight, all my b**ches grab a ni**a And f**k tonight, it's ya muthaf**kin' world Do what you like, do what you like Do what you like, you got a muthaf**kin' gun Bust of the nine, all my niggas grab a b**ch And f**k tonight, it's ya muthaf**kin' world Do what you like, do what you like Once again it's on, the muthaf**kin psychos M.A.F.I.A. B**ches feel us, we the realest My Bed Stuy niggas is who I ride for Send that a** slow like I ride a six four I'm what ya kids admire, don't wanna see retire Got b**ches in the pen and in the church choir Got a new attitude for the Y2K Same sh*t ni**a, try me I'ma blow 'em away Ayo move out the way Bris, I'm about to hook off Sick of muthaf**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 b**ches be wit' the friends Dancin' all wild, bumpin you again and again Yeah, I know that some real punk sh*t F**k that, I ain't tryna hear that drunk sh*t B**ches like that get stomped out You know the rules, beat a b**ch till she conk out Lady what we fear ni**a you like, give 'em a p**sy invite It's aight maybe get ya p**sy sucked tonight And do what you like, we don't give a f**k Go head and fight, all my b**ches grab a ni**a And f**k tonight, it's ya muthaf**kin' world Do what you like, do what you like Do what you like, you got a muthaf**kin' gun Bust of the nine, all my niggas grab a b**ch And f**k tonight, it's ya muthaf**kin' world Do what you like, do what you like Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out Yeah muthaf**kas All my niggas get high and f**k tonight It's our muthaf**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 ni**a, 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 niggas