do it to death lyrics – busta rhymes

huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh
huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh
huh huh huh, huh huh woo
woo
woo woo woo
yeah, everybody, c’mon
here we go party people woo

pull up in the whip, pop the trunk, feel it?
fear for the will of baboon funk, ya hear it?
me and my n*gg* richie was itchy to meet some women
met some chickens, they was actin’ so sn*bby and b*tchy, f*ck it
p*ss 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 sh*t, never 50-50

oodle noodles all those 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 n*gg* horace kick up a n*gg* like chuck norris
got some other n*gg*s lost way up in the forest
hang you up in a harness, label me and all of my n*gg*s the hardest
f*ck around, be the next “formerly known as” artist

layed out with a goddess, pretty lilly adonis
besides all of that, n*gg*s 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 sh*t, i be comin’ and tumblin’ down
rumblin’, stumblin’ down
freaky prophet with usual musical sound
bringin’ the ruckus, you motherf*ckers 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 n*gg*s is at?)
stackin’ 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 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
n*gg*s is feeble, back in the day i used to get money illegal
get some *ss, cop a room down at the regal
hit you wit so much drama make n*gg*s 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 b*tches, they’re angry, now they’re riffin’ at me
vital and critical, literal, lyrical, make n*gg*s 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’m a splitter splatter your blidder bladder
make you spill out your guts

how we gon’ do this?
(make them move)
keepin’ it live
(where my n*gg*s is at?)
stackin’ 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 gon’ do it to death)
what we gon’ do?
(do it to death)
what we gon’ do?
(do it to death)

flip mode squad, h*ll yeah
how we gon’ do?
(we gon’ do it to death)
flip mode squad, h*ll 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, flip mode squad, h*ll yeah
how we gon’ do?
(we gon’ do it to death)
how we gon’ do?
(we gon’ do it to death)

/ busta rhymes lyrics