Makeba Mooncycle - Doin' Ya Thang lyrics

[Intro : Hell Razah] Yeah, Joe Uzi, Makeba Mooncycle [Prodigal Sunn (Hell Razah)] You might catch me outta Cali' swervin' (Doin' my thang) Lames out to ruin the game (I'm doin' my thang) See me in the hood, Blackwood Twistin' a Range and every n***a from the ghetto (Probably doin' the same) Keep my metal on the side when (I'm doin' my thang) Focus my aim, stack CREAM (Doin' my thang) Six-foot-two, ladies love the way that charm swing Out in Palm Springs, stoned off that crippy Sticky green, video shoots Them candies in them penthouse booth Catch me blowin' shorty out in the confession booth Money market plans, keep a n***a stressin' for loot I stay high, fly, dressed in them custom-made suits Big business, live for my fruit Build for my fam, here's another one Sunz Of Man platinum jam [Hell Razah (Makeba Mooncycle)] Aiyo, I saw many come and go that wanna be me I show love to fans, this ain't TV Hoes wanna come in the bed, drink and feed me I can't help it, it's real, I live kingly To stand where I be at now it ain't easy I grew up where the Bricks and fiends be Wanna paper hate, but we gon' eat k** a party up in South Beach Smokin' on a pound from Greece Do the knowledge, everyone I'm around is deep Sunn-zi, me and Makeba givin' you heat Yours truly, Heavenly Razah Keepin' it street, even if a n***a hate (Keep doin' ya thang) In the club with my bottle out (Buildin' with queens) You might see me at the Superbowl (Kickin' some game) You might see me comin' out of the store (Just keep doin' ya thang) Buying champagne and Pampers (Doin' ya thang) Up at Pakmart shopping (Doin' ya thang) Coppin' weed out the weed stash (Still doin' my thang) [Makeba Mooncycle] I'm at the head of my helm Reigning my realm, holdin' my weight I'm bustin', I'm bustin' right through the gate Mooncycle stashin' ammo and rifles I will fight you, beat, bite you, out-write you Spark my crew to ignite you Masquerades, I protect with rocks and grenades This is everyday as we plot and we pray Known as warriors, we come out to play To bless the ignorant, we got rhymes for days 'Cos I don't wanna hurt nobody Out on the street or up in the party I know my directives, this is S.O.M That's an acronym for the Sunz Of Man