Do That $#!%

In this song, J-Live is talking to kids that are just starting out trying to rap, telling them to be themselves and not trying to rap like every drug dealer/gangsta/player on the radio.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