[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...
