Do It To Death

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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

Y'all niggaz is ass out like Chip & Dale's

Not rescue rangers, we don't rescue strangers

who jump ship, 'cause they ain't think our ship would sail

and now they tremblin, cause Tay's the Gremlin

who won't let y'all niggaz eat after twelve

Me and my team, yeah we be lampin

and let y'all silly niggaz, yeah we be laughin

Y'all ain't gory fellas, ya'll, are storytellers

on some, "Well y'know this one time at band camp..." shit

You don't wanna go to war wit the Cap'n

Tell ya boy to fall back like he was relapsin

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 opinion, you could front on my LP

Criticize all you want but cain't none of ya tell me (what?)

that I don't deserve this; you lucky that we breathin

Trust me, there's a REASON I'm runnin wit LB

And we ain't 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

I'm self-managed, self-made, and certainly self-centered

Nobody would take the job so I cast myself in it

(By choice) I'm independent, you'll understand inna minute

Learn from all the red tape, I went through in the beginning

(Gimme mine!) But see the bad side is Supastition

I'ma, do it to death and here's proof I did it, ja'know?

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)

[Rapper Big Pooh:]

Young'n 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, it's because of me

you don't get no respect, and you ain't learned yet

that you are no threat, and I will not fret

I get more love than you on your own set

I'm 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" Muh'fucker, not here

'Cause I am the king, and this is my throne

And all that treason will not be condoned

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)

[Rhymefest:]

This is the Black Civil War (war); poor vs. the poor

Hood vs. the block, what's Down South vs. at all

Small town vs. the big city (city)

kinda like Pac vs. Biggie, we get to see the herds creep

I'm 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

Everybody said, "Don't nobody speak for US!!"

You cain't 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 I'm wearin my vest, and I'm loadin my Tec

and I'm reppin my set, WHAT DA FUCK YOU EXPECT?! BLAOW!!

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)