Testi:
Busta Rhymes 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!

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! Pin

boys gone respect this and remember you ain't got to like it nigga But you gon respect it nigga Whoever don't want to respect it we gon come and take it

And 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

'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

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

son!) Twenty-five and oh, 25 by knockout motherfucker It's my boy Esoteric, say somethin [Esoteric] For my soldier to spit the sick, the lunatic Military drum, bust

it down, make it sound simple and plain It means 'there is none greater', but some can't tell So not only will I say it but I spell it as well It goes