Lyrics

[Intro: Lil' Kim (Lil' Cease)] I told y'all niggas not to fuck with me Queen Bee, M.A.F.I.A. reppin' B.I.G. wha Big Kapp (M.A.F.I.A. style, Max Out, stay green) [Verse 1: Lil' Cease] All my niggas just get up, stand up Front, I'll tear your man up If you drug dealin' bust up in the ceilin' This is for my Bloods, and my cuz and my gangstas Niggas in the pen with the green and the bangers To all my hoes on the pole slide for that paper (Ow) Shake it to the south, show me that you got flavor Max Out the squad with the shotties and the gauges Niggas ain't afraid to catch bodies on stages Niggas ain't special, no duckin' when I wet you My infrared dot turn hard rocks to pebbles Bust guns to settle, lay you up in Bellevue Leave you by your moms house, where your spouse'll smell you We Raise Hell too like Run D Treat niggas like hoes, we keep 'em bleedin' monthly We can war in the streets like Dutch and Bumpee In the box or the bing, we do them real things (Come on all my niggas just) [Chorus: Lil' Kim] Get up, stand up Come on throw your hands up (Yeah) If you drug dealin' bust up in the ceilin' (Come on) This is for the thugs and the clubs and the gangstas (Uh) Get up (Uh) Stand up (Yeah) Come on throw your hands up Blaow [Verse 2: Klept] Any time I need wet, I just take another nigga, beat and body it Four Seasons suite is my treat, we gold Gotti it It's all fam here, we all share M.A.F.I.A. love Anything we leaned on and took, we got it in blood Queen Bee label, Roc Management In conjunction with Max Out, it's murder with intent Militant convicts in Iceberg leathers Lined in the Bently's, Jag, Nav or whatever with no deal I'm 'bout to foreclose your house for the famo And even if I flop I'mma cop Kim a Lambo You know the M.A.F.I.A. still take underhand dough Got a stash house, and a house full of ammo Goodfellas, us niggas, bust 'til your eyes close Dick in your butt, stuff your nuts in nostrils Hoppin' out the trucks with the Iceberg gauchos Battle any nigga with a lukewarm or hot flow What [Chorus: Lil' Kim (Klept)] Get up, stand up (Uh, uh uh uh uh) Come on throw your hands up (Nigga) If you drug dealin' bust up in the ceilin' (Uh uh BK) This is for the thugs and the clubs and the gangstas Get up, stand up Come on throw your hands up Blaow [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] And Kimmy, Kimmy, Kimmy, Kimmy, Kimmy Keep that itchy one gripped One in the chamber, thirty-eight in the clip For whoever wanna slip Let 'em know who got the shit, Kimmy The untouchable, uncrushable, unflushable The Heat is on, like Neil from the movies Steppin' out the Hooptie with the oohie in the Louis Niggas steady frontin' so we axin' 'em up Treat 'em like video shoots, start wrappin' 'em up Don't worry about our chips, we stackin' 'em up My niggas rep for B.I.G. and I'm backin' 'em up In the streets we the leaders of a Million Man march And see the bullet, that's the Mob movin' up the charts And without these ghostwriters, y'all bitches is done Frank gone, and I'm still doin' it hun Max Out, M.A.F.I.A., Queen Bee, that's the end of it We started all this, and we gon' finish it [Chorus: Lil' Kim] Get up, stand up Come on throw your hands up (Yeah) If you drug dealin' bust up in the ceilin' (Come on) This is for the thugs and the clubs and the gangstas (Uh) Get up (Uh) Stand up (Yeah) Come on throw your hands up Blaow [Verse 4: Banger] Time ticks, cop the CL6 Benz, with 7 G AMG rims Can all mine represent? Watch 'em spin Mo' dough or murder men Live off the loot from all my sins Told you once, told you again Banger no friends My M.A.F.I.A. clique strikes again, again, and again I'm 'bout to press X on niggas Switch from that nine to that tech on niggas Jerkin' my rec, G's up, enemies get wet Elimination to the game if you feel he's a threat We blaze slugs at brave thugs Nigga get your grave dug Your bank plugged Screamin' murder when you ain't no thug Come off that or get your door tapped Banger spit raw raps From the hood where they hit fours at In BK where we clap at faggot niggas like Sean J For the paper, duct tape your moms and auntie Play it the calm way Listen to what the don say [Chorus: Lil' Kim] Get up, stand up Come on throw your hands up (Yeah) If you drug dealin' bust up in the ceilin' (Come on) This is for the thugs and the clubs and the gangstas (Uh) Get up (Uh) Stand up (Yeah) Come on throw your hands up Blaow