Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes - Do It To Death lyrics

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Huh huh huh HUH HUH huh huh huh huh huh
 Huh huh huh  huh huh WOOOH!!!
 WOO WOO WOO WOOH!!!
 WOO WOO WOOOOH
 Yeah  everybody  c'mon
 Here we go party people WOOOH

 Pull up in the whip  pop the trunk  feel it?
 Fear for the will of baboon funk  ya hear it?
 Me and my nigga Richie was itchy to meet some women
 Met some chickens  they was actin so snobby and bitchy, fuck it
 Pass me the sticky,
 the chicky wanted to leave me with a kiss and a hickie
 I ain't wit it but give me a quicky
 I ain't in to doin the licky-licky
 even though you be lookin so pretty,
 I own all of my shit, never 50-50
 Oodle noodles all 'dose fools never refuse
 Accuse me for the bruise
 Chick outta rattle and sound, better tighten the screws
 Runnin and gunnin, kinda stunnin
 the way we be comin around, slummin, wylin and dollin
 My nigga Horace kick up a nigga like Chuck Norris
 Got some other niggas lost way up in the forest
 Hang you up in a harness, label me and all of my niggas the hardest
 Fuck around, be the next "Formerly Known As" artist
 Layed out with a goddess, pretty lilly Adonis
 Besides all of that, niggas is 'nomous, I make you all a promise
 The promise is that I'm so dominant and that I am so prominent
 captured the whole of Asia as a continent
 Oh shit, I be comin and tumblin down
 rumblin, stumblin down
 Freaky prophet with unusual musical sound
 Bringin the ruckus, you motherfuckers be givin me pounds
 So many sound, give me the camcorder and a city with plans
 Me and my fam, hustle and tussle in makin this groove, me and my mans

 How we gon' do this? (MAKE THEM MOVE)
 Keepin it live (WHERE MY NIGGAS IS AT?)
 Stackin my paper (PUT IT AWAT SAFE)
 Straight buckwild, let me see your hands
 What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
 What we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
 What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
 What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)

 Yo! Pin or a needle, make you wobble or weeble
 Niggas is feeble, back in the day I used to get money illegal
 Get some ass, cop a room down at the Regal
 Hit you wit so much drama make niggas always wait for the sequel
 Yo there ain't no equal on how we be reppin for the people
 Yo there really ain't no equal.....
 Ask Hillary, met her down on Flatbush and Tillory
 She killin me, got me crazy, wylin, actin straight grizzly
 We never made it too far together,
 I left her standin on Franklin and Willoughby
 Another mystery to me
 While she still on the corner kissin at me, hissin at me
 Ignorin these bitches, they're angry, now they're riffin at me
 Vital and critical, literal lyrical, make niggas pitiful
 Go to the clinical, examine your physical
 Frightening and enlightening at the same time
 Get the goods and price them, and doin the heist again
 You thinkin we would be nice again
 We on a mission, we don't need none of your advice again
 Hold me down BABY, pitter patter, you chitter chatter too much
 I'ma splitter splatter your blidder bladder,
 make you spill out your guts

 How we gon' do this? (MAKE THEM MOVE)
 Keepin it live (WHERE MY NIGGAS IS AT?)
 Stackin my paper (PUT IT AWAT SAFE)
 Straight buckwild, let me see your hands
 What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
 What we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
 What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
 What we gon' do? (DO IT TO DEATH)
 Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH!
 How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
 Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH!
 How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
 How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
 Aiyo, how we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
 How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
 How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
 Aiyo, Flipmode Squad, HELL YEAH!
 How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH)
 How we gon' do? (WE GON' DO IT TO DEATH
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Language: English

Appearing on: Extinction Level Event (1998)

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