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
Traduction: Little Brother. Do It To Death.
'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
jiggy-jiggy-judge a brother won't budge Now kick it to the middle, cause that's how you get 'em Now, God, now what's a brother do? I try to keep my patience
Nations begin, Blackwatch will defend So now you raise the flag of the blood race earth Freedom or death, and death unto birth, we carry on [Brother
age it flees Ignorance swoops at the vulture's knee It's time to make a step, it's time to make a move Time for the nation, it's time for the groove [
it with the devil, and we don't even know it Crooked cops hate our guts, and everytime they get a chance they gon show it My life is a battlefield, cause
times, and the way that it look I don't think that it's gonna get better, the only thing that's here Is to suck it up, inside I know that's why we not
.U.C., and the Guerilla M double A-B They call me Ro Dog, giving it to you raw, fast or slow dog It just took a little time for me to shine and get up
fuckers!" [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
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
little babies goin' crazy or they sufferin in the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back
got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row
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
crazy motherfucka makin' death calls Just bring me my brother and we leavin For every minute you stall, one ya'll bleedin' They brought my brother in
Yeah, I gotta do it for my hood See before I stepped off the block I told all them niggas I would Let's do it for the OC, I put in work on that TV And
