Busta Rhymes - Do It to Death lyrics

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
Woo-woo-woo-woo yeah, everybody, c'mon
Here we go party people, woo

Pull up in the whip, pop the trunk, feel it?
Barefoot gorilla 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 got a rattling 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 novice
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
'Semite Sam
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 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 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'mma 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 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)
Flipmode Squad, hell yeah
How we gon' do this? (Make them move)
Keepin' it live (Where my niggas 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)
Ayo, Flipmode Squad, hell yeah
How we gon' do? (We gon' do it to death)
How we gon' do? (We gon' do it to death)