Little Brother - Do It To d**h lyrics

(feat. Rhymefest, Supastition) Yeahhh...uh Yeahhh...uh [Phonte:] 'Bout a 9 on the Richter Scale Wit a whole lotta mixtapes and sh** to sale Soon as the LB hit the shelves Y'all n***az is a** 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 n***az eat after twelve Me and my team, yeah we be lampin And let y'all silly n***az, 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..." sh** 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 d**h! (yeahhh...) I'ma do it to d**h! (uh) I'ma do it to d**h! (yeahhh...) I'ma do it to d**h! (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 d**h and here's proof I did it, ja'know? I'ma do it to d**h! (yeahhh...) I'ma do it to d**h! (uh) I'ma do it to d**h! (yeahhh...) I'ma do it to d**h! (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 sh** you wanna hear Like how you gon really put a end in my career Keep sayin, "You a beast" Muh'f**er, 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 d**h! (yeahhh...) I'ma do it to d**h! (uh) I'ma do it to d**h! (yeahhh...) I'ma do it to d**h! (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 n***a sh**, 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 fu*k YOU EXPECT?! BLAOW!! I'ma do it to d**h! (yeahhh...) I'ma do it to d**h! (uh) I'ma do it to d**h! (yeahhh...) I'ma do it to d**h! (uh)