[Intro: Lil' Kim (Lil' Cease)]
I told y'all n***as 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 n***as 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
N***as 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
N***as ain't afraid to catch bodies on stages
N***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a, 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 n***as, bust 'til your eyes close
Dick in your butt, stuff your nuts in nostrils
Hoppin' out the trucks with the Iceberg gauchos
Battle any n***a 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 (N***a)
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
N***as 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 n***as 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 n***as
Switch from that nine to that tech on n***as
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
N***a 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 n***as 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