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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-ckers. yeah. h-ll yeah my n-gg-s. get that sh-t for us.

-bizzy bone-
b-tch, it’s mr. business man/ you can suck a d-ck or something/ dippin’ through abandoned buildings and tuckin’ my motherf-cking 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-gg-s) 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-t gets spiritual with the misfits/ think its some street n-gg-s 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 -ss back? and if he beated on ya, would you cut that n-gg- some slack? some married n-gg- can come feel that/ how many can feel the gun clack? then the one come and clackin’ em back/ rap for the f-ck of it/ and, oh dog, my way through/ buck it/ bless my little brother, money is a motherf-cker

-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-gg-s, 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 harr-ssed 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-gg- forever/ f-ck what b-tches say, yeah! that’s my brother, he’d never play me on any day/ p-ss me the green leaves as soon as i write that/ heteros-xual-type that, h-m-s-xuals bite that/ black gloves and hands dirty/ and sh-t concurrin’ in the aftermath and we will smoke/ my 7th sign soldiers…

-chorus-

-h.i.t.l.a.h capo-confuscious-
n-gg-s talkin’ bullsh-t/ 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 c-cked, barrel down your mouth/ seperate fate from the profound great, and bury, we can’t bury no more dead weight/ you d-ckin’ much demand, midget/ dealin’ with gigantic game, flammable as propane, ready to blow/ so get the f-ck 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!

- bizzy bone lyrics

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