Do That $#!% Lyrics - Singles - J-live

Yo, I'm just shooting the breeze with carbon dioxide 

That needs to be bottled and sold so you can lo' and behold 

Or would you hold it below c'mon let go and be high 

You can't deny the words I'm flipping make you reach for the sky 

You hear the caters that I'm kicking while I'm walking the street 

I write rhymes just so I can go on beat 

You thinks it's so damn lovely don't you nigga come here 

You just a frightened little kid all steps and no beard 

But let me tell you now your talking to a grown ass man 

I put some shit in your head to fill your stomach to head 

You don't believe me well it's taken me from here to Japan 

That's why I'm laughing to the bank without a getaway van 

You worrying about your ice and want your shorty to see 

The only ice that I need is in my L I T 

I keep my Hennessey straight so skip the fantasy plan 

That's why you get up and go, that's shit you got to debate 

You steady worrying bout your crystal 

Charge your pistol, meanwhile, the real style long gone, miss-trial 

Guilty of the bullshit, innocent of killing it 

Even all your fronting, fake, phoney friends are feeling it 

What's the matter with your life? 

Strange you got something to talk about that you already know about 

And walk about, get some, feel good about it 

Write it down, think it over then shout it out, how that sound? 

Yo, if it sound like we talking to you 

I really think you want to do that shit, c'mon do that shit 

And if you know on what we saying is true 

You better act like you knew that shit, c'mon do that shit 

Put some action on paper now, do that shit 

Go ahead and be yourself child, do that shit 

Don't be afraid to use your own style, do that shit 

C'mon do that shit, c'mon do that shit 

C'mon 

Now everybody want heaven but nobody want death 

Shit a lot you kids wouldn't even settle for injured 

So why you frontin' like you want drama see that shit ain't fly 

You need to spend a couple nights with a drama queen 

And did you ever seen a crack baby 

How bout a 30-year-old woman strung out into a little old lady 

You see some of these folks that gotta live in these streets today 

Either shot up, smoked, or sniffed their life away 

Yeah, you wanna talk about your triple beam dream 

It's ironic 'cause you pass eight-grade maths 

You don't know the half, third, fourth or fifth 

Ain't old enough to drive talking about you pushing a six 

And frontin' like you gotta watch for the narks 

You gotta watch for your momma and on your ass saying, "Oh my God" 

You gotta watch for your birthday and wrote a half a album 

Worth of rhymes like you little wheeze, little nigga please 

Watch these, watch those fly by night MCs 

Biting Jay-Z's flow, go with the breeze 

I beseech you get your own flow so when you blow up 

You won't make the real heads wanna throw up 

Yo, if it sound like we talking to you 

I really think you want to do that shit, c'mon do that shit 

And if you know on what we saying is true 

You better act like you knew that shit, c'mon do that shit 

Put some action on paper now, do that shit 

Go ahead and be yourself child, do that shit 

Don't be afraid to use your own style, do that shit 

C'mon do that shit, c'mon do that shit 

C'mon