Lyrical Breakdown of Do What You Like Feat. Junior M.A.F.I.A. - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil' Kim weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Do What You Like Feat. Junior M.A.F.I.A." is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Lil' Kim employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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QB, your shit is crazy, yo, they can't fuck with you
For real, they can't fuck with you, they can't fuck with you
What's wrong with y'all niggas? What's wrong with y'all niggas?
What's wrong with y'all niggas?
Where you at? Come on, yo, where you at?
Where you at? Come on, check me out, yo, come on
Yo, yo, when it's murder on my mind, I do it all the time
Got a tombstone flow with a casket rhyme
Your gun is plastic, I got platinum in mine
With gold shells, Banga Banga tap your 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 with my man on the ox
We gon' do it like we did it on the block, let's roll
Like the 60's, 30, 40 niggas with me
Rep your hood, rep your block, rep your city
This is me talkin' without the Remy in me
I kick it from the heart, that's why niggas feel me
Show y'all the true meaning why Banga act milli
'Cause I start to spaz and smack a bitch silly
They call me Leo Ganza with the twin double millies, yeah
Do what you like, we don't give a fuck
Go 'head and fight, all my bitches grab a Glock
And bust tonight, it's your motherfuckin' world
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like, you got a motherfuckin' gun?
Bust off the nine, all my niggas grab a fuckin' nine
And bust tonight, it's your motherfuckin' world
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like
Ay, yo, this is for the niggas frontin', don't really want it
My thirty-two bullets got all your names on it
Hit 'em in the brain, bitch, slain, layin' dormant
Iced out grenades with the big chains on it
New Year's blimp with B.I.G. name on it
Iceberg sweaters with Kim name on it
Caesar Lee tee with big blood stain on it
Every time I sign a check, I sign a thug name on it
Niggas got rhymes, but they flow so borin'
No stage show, 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 niggas bust, bitches get wet when it's pourin'
Been down long like Kim gettin' dressed in the mornin'
Five-star general, spit a round at your coffin
Run up in your crib like we got a search warrant
Do what you like, we don't give a fuck
Go 'head and fight, all my bitches grab a Glock
And bust tonight, it's your motherfuckin' world
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like, you got a motherfuckin' gun?
Bust off the nine, all my niggas grab a fuckin' nine
And bust tonight, it's your motherfuckin' world
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like
Yo, once again, it's on
Them motherfuckin' psychos, M.A.F.I.A
Nigga feel us, we the realest
My Bed-Stuy niggas is who I ride for
Sit that ass low like I ride a six-four
I want your kids admire, don't wanna see retire
Got niggas in the pen and in the church choir
Got a new attitude for the Y2K
Same niggas try me, I'ma blow 'em away
Ay, yo, move out the way, Chris, I'm about to hook off
Stick the fuck, tryna play us like we soft
You have any idea how many words I shook off?
I'm not havin' it, no, I'm not havin' it
You heard what I said, don't make me raise my voice
And I know y'all don't want me to call my boys
M.A.F.I.A., we break rules in the club
My whole crew's in the club
And girls, don't you hate when niggas be with they friends
Dancin' all wild, bumpin' you again and again?
Yeah, I know, that's some real punk shit
Fuck that, I ain't tryna hear that drunk shit
Niggas like that get stomped out
You know the rules, beat a bitch 'til she conk out
Ladies, if you see a nigga you like, give him a fuckin' invite
It's aight, we'll get your pussy wet tonight
And do what you like, we don't give a fuck
Go 'head and fight, all my bitches grab a Glock
And bust tonight, it's your motherfuckin' world
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like, you got a motherfuckin' gun?
Bust off the nine, all my niggas grab a fuckin' nine
And bust tonight, it's your motherfuckin' world
Do what you like, do what you like
Do what you like
Rep for my nigga B.I.G tonight
Y'all need to cut it out 'fore you get stomped out
You need to cut it out 'fore you get stomped out
Y'all need to cut it out 'fore you get stomped out
Yeah, Big Shapp in the house
Yeah, Queen Bee, M.A.F.I.A. style, B.I.G
Forever, baby, Brooklyn
Let me let y'all know
Do what you want, do what you like, nigga, 2000
You know what I'm sayin'?
All hail to the Y2, Kim, baby
QB, it's your turn, or your ass make a U-turn
Aight? Aight? Represent
Go, Chris, go, Chris
Go, Steve, go, Tracy, go, Juwanna
Go, Kayla, go, Ru, go, Queen Bee, go, Glees
Go, Chris, go, y'all, go, Cutta, go, Pop
Go, Poppi, go, Mama, go, Kitty