What We Do

Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga
 It's that real shit (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 niggas better bundle up
 And I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion just to rock it down
 You hot now, listen up
 Don't you know, cops' sole purpose is to lock us down and throw away the key?
 But without this drug shit, your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh? (Even though what we do is wrong)
 We still try to keep mom, smilin'
 'Cause when her teeth stop showin' and her stomach start growlin' then the heat start flowin'
 If you from the hood, I know you feel me (keep goin')
 If a sneak start leaning and the heat stop workin'
 Then my heat start working, I'ma rob me a person
 Catch a nigga sleeping while he out in the open
 And I'ma get him (keep flowin') (even though what we do is wrong)
 We gotta raise our kids while we livin'
 Make a million off a record, bail my niggas outta prison
 Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder
 Nigga talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smith 'n
 But I'm never snitching, I'm a rider
 If my kids hungry, snatch the dishes out ya kitchen
 I'll be wilding 'til they pick me out a line-up (even though what we do is wrong)
 We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it
 Wild out, fuck niggas up, laugh about it
 I'm not tryna visit the morgue
 But Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord
 'Til I, get my shit together, clean up my sins
 Freeway got it in like ten in the morning
 And I can get it to ya like ten while you yawning, mang (even though what we do is wrong)
 Still deliver the order, mang
 And I ain't talking 'bout chicken and gravy, mang
 I'm talking bout bricks of yayo, halves and quarters
 Four and a half of hash, you do the math
 Swing past us, scoop up your daughter
 She wanna roll with a thug that rap, you do the math
 He gon' blast 'til my stacks in order, mang!
 Mang, let me get 'em Free (even though what we do is wrong)
 Hov never slacking mang, zipping in the black Range
 Faster than the red ghost, getting ghost with Pac-Man
 One-time know I 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 sticking out
 Y'all don't want to witness shit, we squeeze hammers mang
 Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana mang (even though what we do is wrong)
 But I gotta feed Tianna, mang
 So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
 Rain, sleet, hail, snow man
 Slang dope, E, hydro man
 You, know, B. Sige' in the third lane
 Gramps still praying, working on my nerves man
 Like, "Son, you gotta get your soul clean
 Before they blow them horns like Coltrane" (even though what we do is wrong)
 But still I cry tears of a hustler
 Wipe tears from my mother, pour out beers for our brothers
 That's above us, make beds for the babies
 Tuck kids under covers, buy cribs for their mothers
 Shit, I'll probably be wilding with their fathers
 Tell Ms. Robert, tell Anajmah that I'm riding for her father
 That's like my brother, like same mother, different father
 Any problems, dawg, know I got 'em (even though what we do is wrong)
 And still we grind from the bottom
 Just to make it to the bottom, sold crack in the alleyways
 Still gave back Marcy on Dollar Day
 Real gangstas make hood holidays
 They ain't thank us but we still paid homage, mang
 Soul Food Sunday looking like Big Momma's, mang
 Tell the gang I never break my promise, mang
 Mang, uh (even though what we do is wrong)
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 (Even though what we do is wrong)