F/ Havoc (mobb Deep), Kool G. Rap, Lil' Fame (m.o.p.)



[Chorus - Lil' Fame] - w/ ad libs
Do it!
We, we, we do it to death

We, we do it to death
(Showoff! Showoff!)
Come on

Do it!
We, we, we, we, we do it to death
(Say what?)

We do it to death
(Showoff! Showoff!)


[Verse 1 - Lil' Fame]
Get down with the Mash Out (Mash Out), don't throw rocks in a glass house
^!$$% act up if you want, I whip your $$# out (what?)

(Keep your distance), what up? It's murder, murder
For ^!$$%z don't learn though, the hood is in the burner
It's filled with fiends, hoodrats and raw dog ^!$$%z that kill

For real, Slumdog Millionaires, (what it is)
And I got one life to live
I'll start by holdin you back and have you %#@!tin out your ribs

Ain't nothin holdin me back, in fact, this is for the kids
With stomachs touchin they ribs, tuggin, grippin the fifth
Covered, spittin the fifth until they empty the clip

'Cause twenty years, the root of evil, envy as %#@!
On the boulevards, the streets, avenues and PJ's
We hustle hard and rock clothes for like three days

^!$$% $#&@ around and grow a beard like Freeway's
Without the kufi, (you're killin 'em Fame!), absolutely


[Chorus] - w/ ad libs

[Verse 2 - Havoc]

Yeah, I'm so a showoff, blow the dome off
Wipe the chrome off, yeah the four long
I cut a life short, yeah that's Muggsy Bogues

My money grow, get it by the drug load
Ain't nothin funny 'bout that, you ^!$$%z' Marlon Wayans
Lookin gay, get a Mohawk, put a part in your brain

QB to Southside, please allow me
To outline things that you think you knew about me
Have a womanizer, yeah, I use her for the setup

I admit it, I'm a !@$(, I could never put the TEC up
Much less, pass up the offer
You feel how I feel, then my ^!$$% just Hoffa

On the grind, lookin for that steak and lobster
Surfin and turfin, the hammer go blocka (blocka)
Shouts to my partner

Free P, 'til you touch down, I got ya

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs


[Verse 3 - Kool G. Rap]
Ain't no need to act stupid boy, you ^!$$%z know the name

I'm the 2009 Jesse James, ain't a thing
Get at lames, off the chain, off your brain, get 'em slain
I'm like America's great theft, put a bird in the Range

Spend my time pullin off Hennessy caps
50's slingin energy drinks, I'm swingin energy crack
Keep your dead down, four pound, any minute, he back

Play in Queens on some fly %#@!, the live spend
five hundred dollars Kings, Rockstar rhinestones on a fly (*##$
Roll up, flat chicks, stuck to his dick like a fly switch (what up ma?)

Model mami ridin a 2005 six
The money team in Queens don't be window shoppin, we buy %#@!
And tell the waiters bring two baked potatoes with jives lick

Northern Bully, my hood rules
I'll whip your $$# like my son playin basketball in his good church shoes
Hammerin down any one of those wood work dudes

Come on boy, everybody in my hood burst tools, come on

[Outro - Lil' Fame]

We, we, we do it to death
We, we do it to death
(Showoff! Showoff!)
Come on