-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 it's 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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