Do That $#!%

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 cadence that I'm kicking while I'm walking the street I write rhymes just so I can go (clear throat) on beat You thinks its so damn gully don't you nigga come here You just a frightened little kid four steps from a bid But let me tell you now your talking to a grown ass man I put some shit in your head to fill your stomach and hands 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. Tea I keep my Hennessey straight So skip the fantasy play That's why you get up and go That shit just got up and went You steady worrying bout your cry-stal Sean John, pis-tol Meanwhile The real style (Long gone?)(Nah) Miss-trial Guilty of the bullshit Innocent of killing it Even though 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) Come on do that shit Come on do that shit Yo everybody want heaven but nobody want dead 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 trauma center 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 can't pass eight-grade math 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 when ya ass ain't home by dark You got a watch for your birthday And wrote a half a album worth of rhymes like you lived in Queens 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) Come on do that shit Come on do that shit