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
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!
itself Yeah it's the best thing I could do right now for you Doodi is to rap SO Imma fuck til I die, yeah Imma do it to death And itstead of mourning
know it's like that y'all *rapping* I'm so smooth about my paper check it just how it's done I'm servin any on a platter Snoop Dogg Corleone Corleone, now do
Unit of the year We settin up shop and we ain’t going nowhere We want it all Even if we gotta brawl for it We want it all Even if you gotta fall for it
move your hips So we gonna do a little something like this Flipmode, Bad Boy Check this out Tell me how it feels, is it hot is not Does it drop
to bust and explode.. Flipmode.. Busta Bus.. (huh, what?) Nine-seven (c'mon, what?) Hot shit (hah hah) Check it out Verse One: Busta Rhymes Hit
it Watchin my money, it cost bullets in ya tummy It’s all ral here, there ain’t no fear here You mess around here, you catch ya death here I mean it,
figure (busta rhymes) A’yo where rah digga? (rah digga) Scopin out the little blaze chicken Bitch stay trickin’ Fuckin with my niggas, gonna get her face kicked in (busta rhymes
Make ya feel good , make ya feel all right One time Feel good yea ya'll Busta Rhymes in the place ya'll Make you feel real good ya'll Flipmode is
we goin now? Where we goin now? Give it away, give it away, give it away now Give it away, give it away, give it away now Just give it away nigga Yeah
that I would meet the devil himself This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music Well anyway, he plottin' to do it
’s not debate it if you hate it, ’cause I made it. The loot, the boob tube, all that shit included, In a matter of seconds you will be excluded. Checka check it
, watch me prove it I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics Beatin niggaz to death and beatin
