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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 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
