Doing what i want

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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!

-Chorus-