Busta Rhymes Do It To Death lyrics

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Copy to Clipboard: Yeah, everybody, c'mon
Here we go party people

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 acting 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 doing the licky-licky
Even though you be looking 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
Running and gunning, kinda stunning
The way we be coming around, slumming, wyling 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
Laid 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 coming and tumbling down
Rumbling, stumbling down
Freaky prophet with unusual musical sound
Bringing 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)
Keeping it live (Where my niggas is at?)
Stacking 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 goin' 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 repping for the people
Yo there really ain't no equal
Ask Hillary, met her down on Flatbush and Tillory
She killing me, got me crazy, wyling, acting straight grizzly
We never made it too far together,
I left her standing on Franklin and Willoughby
Another mystery to me
While she still on the corner kissing at me, hissing at me
Ignoring these bitches, they're angry, now they're riffing 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 doing the heist again
You thinking 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)
Keeping it live (Where my niggas is at?)
Stacking my paper (Put it away safe)
Straight buckwild, let me see your hands
What we gon' do? (Do it to death)
What we gon' do? (We goin' do it 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 goin' do it to death)
Flipmode Squad, Hell yeah!
How we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)
How we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)
Hey yo, how we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)
How we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)
How we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)
Hey yo, Flipmode Squad, hell yeah!
How we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)
How we gon' do? (We goin' do it to death)

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