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)
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
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!
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
's why I'm young and burnt out Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out And why I do it - the ridin and smokin Collidin with foes
pussies we crossin when my crew is flossin' Bitches we tossin' And niggas we crossin' It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood It's all good The
ghetto We're guerillas in this criminal war, we all rebels Death before dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do We came for murder, pullin' up in
cause we rhyme for it) We ride for it, we do time for it (Our mans die for it all our moms cry for it) No other hood in the world could put a stop on
men Wish death upon me Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make
on my dick But since we talking about my dick All of you haters say hi to it I'm Done [Busta Rhymes:] Ayo Breezy Let me show you how to keep the dice
it's the best thing I could do, right now for you Doodi is to rap Sp I'mma fuck til' I die, yeah I'mma do it to death And instead of mourning your death
ask me.. am I afraid of death.. Hell yeah I'm afraid of death I don't want to die yet A lot of people think.. that I worship the devil.. that I do all
I'll bust your mind like a watermelon And as you listen you'll find your brain swellin' I'll go Oo so, solo who so Deads compare themselves with death
Some say I'm insane but it's my split personality The groove it's just wicked so it makes me shake I thought this time I'd make a rhyme and see what it
t give a fuck what you do... Bust him in his motherfuckin' head! If he got any money, take it! If there is money there, rob the motherfuckin' joint! As far as moms bust
