What We Do

Man if I get rocked this s*it for my kids *****

It's that real s*it

Even though what we do is wrong

We still hustle 'til the sun come up

Crack a 40 when the sun go down

It's a cold winter

Y'all ****** better bundle up

And I bet it be a hotter summer grab a onion

Yes the ROC gets down you hot now listen up

Don't you know cops' whole purpose is to lock us down

And throw away the key

But without this drug s*it

Your kids ain't got no way to eat huh

We still try to keep Mom smilin'

Cuz when the teeth stop showin'

And the stomach start growlin'

Then the heat start flowin'

If you from the hood I know you feel me

If a sneak start leanin' and the heat stop workin'

Then my heat start workin' I'm-a rob me a person

Catch a ***** sleepin' while he out in the open

And I'ma get him flowin' )

We gotta raise our kids while we livin'

Make a million off-a record bail my ****** outta prison

**** a Bentley or a Lexus just my boys in the squadder

***** talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smif 'n

But I'm never snitchin' I'm a rider

If my kids hungry snatch the dishes out ya kitchen

I'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line-up

We keep the nines tucked chopped dimes up rap about it

Wyle out **** ****** up laugh about it

I'm not tryin' to visit the morgue

But Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord

'Til I get my s*it together clean up my sins

Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin'

And I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin' mang

Still deliver the order mang

And I ain't talkin' bout chicken and gravy mang

I'm talkin' bout bricks 'o ye-yo halves and quarters

4 and a halves of hash you do the math

Swing past us scoop up your daughter

She wanna roll wit' a thug that rap you do the math

He won't blast 'til my stacks in order mang

MANG Lemme get 'em Free

Hove never slackin' mang zippin' in the black Range

Faster than the red ghost gettin' ghost wit' Pac-Mang

One-time know a got a knack to get that change

Leader of the black gang R-O-C mang

Bang like T-Mac ski mask air it out

Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's beard's stickin' out

Y'all don't want no witness s*it we squeeze hammers mang

Bullets breeze by you like Lousiana mang

But I gotta feed Tianna mang

So I move keys you can call me the Piano Man

Rain sleet hail snow man

Slang dough E hydro man

No B. Sige in the third lane

Gramps still prayin' workin on my nerves man

Like "Son you gotta get your soul clean

Before they blow them horns like Coltrane "

But still I cry tears of a hustler

Wipe tears from my mother pull out beers for her brothers

That's above us make beds for the babies

Tuck kids under covers buy cribs for their mothers

S*it I'll probably be wylin' with their fathers

Tell Ms. Robert tell Enijah that I'm ridin' for her father

That's like my brother like same mother different father

Any problems dog know I got 'em

And still we grind from the bottom

Just to make it to the bottom sold crack in the alleyways

Still gave back Marcy a Dollar Day

Real gangstas make hood holidays

They ain't thank us but we still paid homage mang

Soul Food Sunday lookin' like Big Momma's mang

Tell the gang I never break my promise mang mang uh