Do That Shit

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Eve] Uh Sick when she rock shit, stop when she block shit Never try to run when she pull back and cock shit "Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop" shit Got 'em goin' crazy, wonderin' when they can cop shit First lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot shit Star-bound, money now, for jet-black, drop shit Eve guarantee, bet ya nigga wanna pop this Little kids be behind me, screamin' out, "Can you stop, miss?!?" Know they daddy's fiendin', daydreamin' 'bout me topless Real bitches listen while they ride and knock my shit Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it Hustle, nigga, bet he take off quicker than coke profit 'Cause I can double it, and put bitch on bitch Brick on brick, stitch on stitch – who you fuckin' wit'? Not me, can't a nigga or a bitch stop me You hatin' muthafuckas, line-up for your first copy [Chorus: Darrin Dean & Swizz Beatz, Eve] Y'all fuckin' with the right ones – UHH! Roll it up and just light some – UHH! Where my niggas with the big guns? And when you smoke that shit, it's like, "WHOA! WHOA!" Y'all fuckin' with the right ones – UHH! Roll it up and just light some – UHH! Where my bitches that take ones? 'Cause when we light that shit, it's like, "WHOA! WHOA!" [Verse 2: Eve, Swizz Beatz] Uh, yo – start the beef, hold up Ran when we rolled up Tough guy, wanna try ya luck? Bet ya fold up Ask around, partner – got this whole shit sewed up Got ya cryin' like, "Man... I wanna blow up!!" Cowards make me sick, swear to God, I wanna throw-up Entering a session with me? You better flow tough! Offended? Don't agree with what I'm sayin', nigga? So what?! Now I gotta teach you respect, you better slow up Question, "Can she really hold it down?" Sho' 'nuff Philly's where she from, but when she smoke, she like to go Dutch You know what? Quick to take the next man shine Quick to make 'em start bitchin', make the next man whine Fuckin' babies! Go ahead and lay down, it's nap-time Same shit you spittin' now, I heard it in your last rhyme Ain't too much that you could do, so that ya skills could pass mine Career finito, here's some dough – go watch a peep show [Chorus: Darrin Dean & Swizz Beatz, Eve] Y'all fuckin' with the right ones – UHH! Roll it up and just light some – UHH! Where my niggas with the big guns? And when you smoke that shit, it's like, "WHOA! WHOA!" Y'all fuckin' with the right ones – UHH! Roll it up and just light some – UHH! Where my bitches that take ones? 'Cause when we light that shit, it's like, "WHOA! WHOA!" [Verse 3: Eve] Want me to talk crazy? Shit... my moms made me And all ya'll niggas could ever do is spend or pay me And gon' never change, do anything for brains Call my celly to come get you, while I pass you in your Range Nigga ridin' shotgun in your car to your friend's And what the fuck you gonna do, but wanna blow out your brain? Clown, I spot 'em from the time you buy me a drink Instantly, I get a vision of diamond-studded links, and Full length minks, and little doggies dyed pink 'Cause I know ya wanna spend your last, before you even think If you know somethin', speak it – shit, I can keep a secret To me, the niggas with the most money, is the cheapest Wanna give me money off the books? Daddy, you can keep it! That's why they got them hoes tight, and in the most fights And walk with big brolic niggas thats protectin' they life If you know you pussy, nigga – take off the ice! [Chorus: Darrin Dean & Swizz Beatz, Eve] Y'all fuckin' with the right ones – UHH! Roll it up and just light some – UHH! Where my niggas with the big guns? And when you smoke that shit, it's like, "WHOA! WHOA!" Y'all fuckin' with the right ones – UHH! Roll it up and just light some – UHH! Where my bitches that take ones? 'Cause when we light that shit, it's like, "WHOA! WHOA!"