Doin Me

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo Where you been at? A once in a lifetime thing Why your face so fat? I'm doin' me now, I'm drinkin' milk Tame One in the house Boom Skwad in the house (Doin' me, doin' me) DJ Porno in the house (Doin' me, doin' me) Little Max in the house (Doin' me, doin' me) Thunder in the house (Doin' me, doin' me) [Verse 1] Guess who got his black belt back? I'm givin' the hood somethin' to look at I'll be in events bent, representin' for the hood-rats Geard about Tame One? He's doin' him From the Hoodaville section up in North Jerusalem You and him altogether, don't spit it half as clever As the Knotty-Headed Terror because my rap sounds fresher Your voice irritates like Fran Drescher Rappers want to press up and get mad because they can't stand the pressure All y'all mini-me's must have smoked too many trees The only way you servin' me is if you worked at Mickey D's You blackin' like bad teeth off a half bag of leak I flashback and rap and kill and spit like this was Beach Street All around the world, same song for the funk I'ma hop, skippin' the jump from splittin' the blunt So when you see me on your T.V. lookin' cheeky-eyed and sleepy Believe what I'm smokin' ain't a Beedie [Chorus] I be doin' me, true indeed, no question Comin' to sessions with them lyrical murder weapons I be doin' me, true indeed, no question I'm handlin' my business with aggression I be doin' me, true indeed, no question Comin' to sessions with them lyrical murder weapons I be doin' me, true indeed, no question I'm handlin' my business with aggression [Verse 2] Hold your horses, everybody knows how wild Newark is Clockin' on blocks and stashin' rocks on back porches Two for five spots hot with clientele Hit em' with four and use the extra buck to buy your L's Because we ''Live as hell'', full of original car jackers This is dedicated to all cigar crackers Timberland's and leather Avirex jackets White T-shirts for summer, winter block matches South Mountain cookouts where mad rappers got took out That one year J-Scratch looked out Went from writin' on things to writin' about things Hyped on the mic, blacked out and shout things Off the hook rhyme books up in the crib-site Ready to lock shit down like pit fights Swingin' like a fist fight, bringin' it straight up like midnight Waitin' for haters to get they shit right [Chorus] I be doin' me, true indeed, no question Comin' to sessions with them lyrical murder weapons I be doin' me, true indeed, no question Handlin' my business with aggression I be doin' me, true indeed, no question Comin' to sessions with them lyrical murder weapons I be doin' me, true indeed, no question Handlin' my business with aggression [Verse 3] Some said I was dead from the neck up, but guess what? I'm smarter than all of you wanna-be ballers and that's dead up All I hear is Tame did this, Tame did that Tame ain't did jack but bring that real nasty nigga shit back (Aight) You still sleepin', you ain't heard me spit recent I've been bringin' it decent since released out the precinct Took it down some (How come?) I had niggas out to murk me Lookin' for me, in backstreets in Jersey Did a lot of crime between rhymes, I got a famous face And niggas wanna take my space and break my tapes I be dissin' face-to-face, place-to-place I tell em' not to waste they hate I'm a bad mofo with a thing for the drough People call me Mace 'cause everything I say be slow I'll be middle-finger uppin' to anybody that's bustin' For thinkin' they the shit when they really wasn't [Chorus] I be doin' me, true indeed, no question Comin' to sessions with them lyrical murder weapons I be doin' me, true indeed, no question I'm handlin' my business with aggression I be doin' me, true indeed, no question Comin' to sessions with them lyrical murder weapons I'm doin' me, true indeed, no question I'm handlin' my business with aggression [Outro] Doin' me Transmitting fresh from WNDS Radio I be doin' me...