Songtexte:
Little Brother Do It To Death

I'ma do it to death! (yeahhh...) I'ma do it to death! (uh) I'ma do it to death! (yeahhh...) I'ma do it to death! (uh) [Supastition:] You can voice your

'ma do it to death! (yeahhh...) I'ma do it to death! (uh) I'ma do it to death! (yeahhh...) I'ma do it to death! (uh) [Supastition:] You can voice your

!" [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] I'm a part of this, just like you I'm a disciple of Satan, with work to do I'll ride you to your death and squeeze blood

in ma*s amounts, brothers keep countin f**k the friendships, I ride alone Destination Death Row, finally found a home Plus all my homies wanna die, call it

play on How can some non-players do a song about Compton and then wanna do a player song? How can non-players do it? (We not little kids, we not playin

When her son finally ask that questions Where my daddy at? Mama, Why we live so poor? Why you crying? Heard you late night Throught my bedroom door Now do you love me mama? Why do

give a fuck, raise it up, do it man bone boy's, fuck what you say, Im rich bitch, Small thang to a giant, thats water under the bridge, little lay so death

life's one track, can't you see it's pointless? But just then my knees give under me, my head feels weak and suddenly it's clear to see it's not them

make it up like never before You want all the little things that make it work it Why not, we can get it, we both deserve it It's hard but (?) good, it