Little Brother Lyrics - Do It To Death lyrics

Do It To Death lyrics (Lyrics)

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[Phonte:]
Bout a 9 on the Richter Scale
wit a whole lotta mixtapes and shit to sale
Soon as the LB hit the shelves
Yall niggaz is ass out like Chip & Dales
Not rescue rangers, we dont rescue strangers
who jump ship, cause they aint think our ship would sail
and now they tremblin, cause Tays the Gremlin
who wont let yall niggaz eat after twelve
Me and my team, yeah we be lampin
and let yall silly niggaz, yeah we be laughin
Yall aint gory fellas, yall, are storytellers
on some, Well yknow this one time at band camp... shit
You dont wanna go to war wit the Capn
Tell ya boy to fall back like he was relapsin

Ima do it to death! (yeahhh...)
Ima do it to death! (uh)
Ima do it to death! (yeahhh...)
Ima do it to death! (uh)

[Supastition:]
You can voice your opinion, you could front on my LP
Criticize all you want but caint none of ya tell me (what?)
that I dont deserve this; yo u lucky that we breathin
Trust me, theres a REASON Im runnin wit LB
And we aint goin out main crippled by the industry
Since rollin out the fame triple tremendously
The hunger still there, must I remind these dudes
when dinner is frozen pizza and Chinese food
Im self-managed, self-made, and certainly self-centered
Nobody would take the job so I cast myself in it
(By choice) Im independent, youll understand inna minute
Learn from all the red tape, I went through in the beginning
(Gimme mine!) But see the bad side is Supastition
Ima, do it to death and heres proof I did it, jaknow?

Ima do it to death! (yeahhh...)
Ima do it to death! (uh)
Ima do it to death! (yeahhh...)
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Ima do it to death! (uh)

[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Youngn you write cautious, I flow nauseous
You Datsun, we Porsches; sturrin up losses
for bosses or so-called bosses
Runnin back home to you porches, nauseous
Cause and effect, its because of me
you dont get no respect, and you aint learned yet
that you are no threat, and I will not fret
I get more love than you on your own set
Im willin to bet you got someone in ya ear
Tellin you, all the pretty shit you wanna hear
Like how you gon really put a end in my career
Keep sayin, You a beast Muhfucker, not here
Cause I am the king, and this is my throne
And all that treason will not be condoned

Ima do it to death! (yeahhh...)
Ima do it to death! (uh)
Ima do it to death! (yeahhh...)
Ima do it to death! (uh)

[Rhymefest:]
This is the Black Civil War (war); poor vs. the poor
Hood vs. the block, whats Down South vs. at all
Small town vs. the big city (city)
kinda like Pac vs. Biggie, we get to see the herds creep
Im the street, while the labels is thirs-TY
Laughin and placin bets like, (ha ha) Who gon have the biggest first week?
WOOOW! See James Brown bit the dust
Eve rybody said, Dont nobody speak for US!!
You caint tell a nigga shit, turn the speakers up
Get the freaks for us, light the reefer up
All that Malcolm X {?} too deep for us
Yeah, you right so that spells defeat for us
Naw Im wearin my vest, and Im loadin my Tec
and Im reppin my set, WHAT DA FUCK YOU EXPECT?! BLAOW!!

Ima do it to death! (yeahhh...)
Ima do it to death! (uh)
Ima do it to death! (yeahhh...)
Ima do it to death! (uh)