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Kool G Rap

"Do It 2 Death"

[Produced by: Statik Selektah]

[Hook: Lil' Fame]
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
n*gga act up if you want, I whip your ass out (what?)
(Keep your distance), what up? It's murder, murder
For n*ggas don't learn though, the hood is in the burner
It's filled with fiends, hoodrats and raw dog n*ggas 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 sh*ttin 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 sh*t
On the boulevards, the streets, avenues and PJ's
We hustle hard and rock clothes for like three days
n*gga f*ck around and grow a beard like Freeway's
Without the kufi, (you're killin 'em Fame!), absolutely


[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 n*ggas' 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 bast*rd, I could never put the TEC up
Much less, pass up the offer
You feel how I feel, then my n*gga 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


[Verse 3: Kool G. Rap]
Ain't no need to act stupid boy, you n*ggas 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 head down, four pound, any minute, he back
Play in Queens on some fly sh*t, the live spend
Five hundred dollars Kings, Rockstar rhinestones on a fly b*tch
Roll up, fly chicks, stuck to his di*k 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 sh*t
And tell the waiters bring two baked potatoes with jives lick
Northern Bully, my hood rules
I'll whip your ass 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

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