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