Bizzy Bone

Bizzy Bone - Doin What I Want To lyrics

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-Bizzy Bone-Intro-

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Capo Regime,

Lil' Capo Confuscious first and foremost.

Yeah, yeah. Live in the ghetto,

we're in the ghetto, War Drone,

Rasuu, Gotti, Nina Ross, Skails; Seven,

Seven, Seven. (Outta my mind,

outta my mind, outta my mind and outta my brains,

brains) the pain is, motherfuckers.

Yeah. Hell yeah my niggas. Get that shit for us.

-Bizzy Bone-

Bitch, it's Mr. Business Man/ You can suck a dick or

something/ Dippin' through abandoned buildings and

tuckin' my motherfucking pump and runnin' a trench

and I don't even think about no pension; Just get me

out of this dimension (It's clear,

niggas) Jesus was sanction/ Destination was Heaven

or Orion/ My body was man,

so was the brethren/ So here we are,

2000 years and plus later/ Plus labor,

dippin' in my Oakland Raider/ Momma Mabel drank liquor

till the last savor/ Bullets is following like Satan,

holler at the Savior/ Notice the shit gets spiritual

with the misfits/ Think its some street niggas like

sellin' dope or sellin' Bisquick/ Stripped that woman

down/ Hurry up 'fore somebody come take her/ Would

you leave her if somebody raped her?

And if she cheated on ya, would you take her ass back?

And if he beated on ya, would you cut that nigga some

slack? Some married nigga can come feel that/ How many

can feel the gun clack? Then the one come and clackin'

em back/ Rap for the fuck of it/ And,

oh dog, my way through/ Buck it/ Bless my little brother,

money is a motherfucker

-Chorus-Lil Louis-

Just doin' what I want to; I'm livin' my life/ My life,

my life! Tell me what I gotta do/ Just to survive

(Just to survive, yeah) Just doin' what I want to;

I'm livin' my life/ My life,

my life! Tell me what I gotta do/ Just to survive (Oh...)

-Bizzy Bone-

Niggas, we Kamikaze pilots/ We are the Vietnamese when

it comes to violence/ Are we movin' in silence?

The desert ease/ Ugly style,

for the real O.G's inhiblious been trippin' on human

bodies, the body's working with me/ Say the early bird

get the word, huh? I'm feelin' the war drum,

beatin' my chest; My ancestors,

do my best/ My momma was European,

Italian to be exact/ And, oh the German in her father,

my father she'd a harrassed him/ And welcome to Revelation,

we in the mist of Babylon/ We in the war now; Get your

own plane or stay on the ground/ Capo,

you my nigga forever/ Fuck what bitches say,

yeah! That's my brother, he'd never play me on any

day/ Pass me the green leaves as soon as I write that/

Heterosexual-type that, homosexuals bite that/ Black

gloves and hands dirty/ And shit concurrin' in the

aftermath and we will smoke/ My 7th Sign soldiers...

-Chorus-

-H.I.T.L.A.H Capo-Confuscious-

Niggas talkin' bullshit/ Naw,

dawg, ain't got time for that/ Pity the fool,

I tell you/ Try to conquer by dividing proof,

stupid/ Gambini named me the Capo simply cauze he knows

I'm ready without a doubt/ My hammers cocked,

barrel down your mouth/ Seperate fate from the profound

great, and bury, we can't bury no more dead weight/

You dickin' much demand, midget/ Dealin' with gigantic

game, flammable as propane,

ready to blow/ So get the fuck out of my way,

no chance for survival/ My rivalries,

finish them, fatality/ Totally unstoppable,

new steel-o/ Wannabe's try to copy this rap-ability/

Mentality, war/ No sleepin' rippin' as I spoke/ Read

it and weep/ Regime lock it up and throw away the key/

Funky comedina/ Bartender,

we need some more Hennessy/ Get drunk,

then flip out/ It's another gangsta party/ Everybody scream loud!

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