Текст песни Do It To Death

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)Busta Rhymes - Do It To Death - http://ru.motolyrics.com/busta-rhymes/do-it-to-death-lyrics.html

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)

Busta Rhymes Do It To Death