Common - Dooinit lyrics

Mo'fucker move back
I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack
This miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack
Bruise rap I deliver for
The hungry and underprivileged
Something different from these hollering
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 breakdance, 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 jiggy 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 Bently 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 thang
Claim sets, your city ain't got gangs
Niggas ain't hate you
They ain't paying you no attention
In a circle of faggots
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 use aggression

"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it"
"C O double M O to the N"