Bizzy Bone - Doin What I Want To lyrics

-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, motherf**ers. Yeah. Hell yeah my n***as. Get that sh** for us. -Bizzy Bone- b**h, it's Mr. Business Man/ You can s** a dick or something/ Dippin' through abandoned buildings and tuckin' my motherf**ing pump and runnin' a trench and I don't even think about no pension; Just get me out of this dimension (It's clear, n***as) 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 sh** gets spiritual with the misfits/ Think its some street n***as 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 a** back? And if he beated on ya, would you cut that n***a some slack? Some married n***a can come feel that/ How many can feel the gun clack? Then the one come and clackin' em back/ Rap for the f** of it/ And, oh dog, my way through/ Buck it/ Bless my little brother, money is a motherf**er -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- n***as, 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 harra**ed 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 n***a forever/ f** what b**hes say, yeah! That's my brother, he'd never play me on any day/ Pa** me the green leaves as soon as I write that/ Heteros**ual-type that, h*mos**uals bite that/ Black gloves and hands dirty/ And sh** concurrin' in the aftermath and we will smoke/ My 7th Sign soldiers... -Chorus- -H.I.T.L.A.H Capo-Confuscious- n***as talkin' bullsh**/ 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 co*ked, 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 f** 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!