Do That $#!% (Explicit)

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 d**n gully don't you n***a come here

You just a frightened little kid 4 steps from a bid

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

I put some s**t 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 tea

I keep my hennessey straight

So skip the fantasy plan

That's why you get up and go

That's s**t just got up and ran

You steady worrying bout your cry stal

Sean john pis tol

Meanwhile

The real style

Long gone

Nah

Miss trial

Guilty of the bulls**t

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 s**t

C'mon do that s**t

And if you know on what we saying is true

You better act like you knew that s**t

C'mon do that s**t

Put some action on paper now

Do that s**t

Go ahead and be yourself child

Do that s**t

Don't be afraid to use your own style

Do that s**t

Come on do that s**t

Come on do that s**t

Now everybody want heaven but nobody want death

S**t a lot you kids wouldn't even settle for injured

So why you frontin' like you want drama see that s**t 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 when your a*s ain't home by dark

You gotta watch for your birthday

And wrote a half a album worth of rhymes like you little weez little n***a 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 s**t

C'mon do that s**t

And if you know on what we saying is true

You better act like you knew that s**t

C'mon do that s**t

Put some action on paper now

Do that s**t

Go ahead and be yourself child

Do that s**t

Don't be afraid to use your own style

Do that s**t

Come on do that s**t

Come on do that s**t