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BUSTA RHYMES lyrics : "Do It To Death"

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 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 ^!$$% Richie was itchy to meet some women
Met some chickens, they was actin so snobby and (*##$y, $#&@ 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 %#@!, 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 ^!$$% Horace kick up a ^!$$% like Chuck Norris

Got some other ^!$$%s lost way up in the forest
Hang you up in a harness, label me and all of my ^!$$%s the hardest
$#&@ around, be the next "Formerly Known As" artist

Layed out with a goddess, pretty lilly Adonis
Besides all of that, ^!$$%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 %#@!, I be comin and tumblin down
rumblin, stumblin down

Freaky prophet with unusual musical sound
Bringin the ruckus, you mother$#&@ers 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 !#$%S 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

^!$$%s is feeble, back in the day I used to get money illegal
Get some $$#, cop a room down at the Regal
Hit you wit so much drama make ^!$$%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 (*##$es, they're angry, now they're riffin at me

Vital and critical, literal lyrical, make ^!$$%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'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 !#$%S 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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