Do That $#!% lyrics

Artist  : J-live 
Song : Do That $#!%



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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 (clear throat) on
beat

You thinks its so damn luvly 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 cry-stal

Charge your pis-tol

Meanwhile

The real style

(Long gone?)(Nah)

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)

Come on do that shit

Come on do that shit



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)

Come on do that shit

Come on do that shit