Dooinit

Ah keep on Motherfucker move back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack grooves Rap I deliver for the hungry and underprivileged Something different from these hollow and grunting niggas This is business strictly, step to my business is risky 'Specially when you as bitch as Missy Back to back LP's that sound the same, I surround the game With a four-pounded brainstorm To make niggas dance in the rain, scared to take a chance in the game Used to break dance, it's a shame What money do to a nigga brain If he lose his soul what did a nigga gain? "Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it, C O double M O to the N" My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a nigga with his shirt off Trying to get his work off to customers I rap with a chip on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas See shirts that say "We gotta get over" That juggy shit is over, the war is on I only want to be a soldier, I'm holding on, to a culture Focused like Gordon Parks when it's sorta dark For niggas that's flooded with ice, my thought's the ark Performing warming arts with some shit for the heart Don't fuck with radio, ignoring the charts I could give a fuck what you made in a year, nigga, you wack A soft nigga on a hard track, in this new rap Generation I "X" cats like a Muslim He fell off cause I pushed him Let his Bentley and his weak crew be his cushion I catch him on the streets, in front of the bodyguards and rush him "Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it, C O double M O to the N" You wasn't saying you was a thug before Pac came Ten years ago you had a high top trying to be like Kane Then Snoop released and it became a G thing Claim sets, your city ain't got gangs Niggas hate you, they ain't paying you no attention In a circle of fagots, your name is mentioned With six degrees, I separate MC's, from a business man that's good From a nigga that was raised or just lived in the hood From what a nigga says to what's understood Keep my shit tight like them boys in "The Wood" Dick is always hard like the "Boyz in the Hood" Peace to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the whole Chi At the crib some cats give me the cold eye I'm a bitch slap the next one Let him know the world is my section for taking You got to reduce aggression "Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it, C O double M O to the N"