What We Do

LETRA

What We Do

Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids ni***
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
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
(Keep goin'...)
If a sneak start leaning and the heat stop workin'
Then my heat start working I'm a rob me a person
Catch a ni*** sleeping while he out in the open...and I'm-a get him
(
Keep flowin'...)
We gotta raise our kids while we livin'
Make a million off-a record bail my niggas outta prison
F*** a Bentley or a Lexus just my boys in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smif '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 outta line-up
We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it
Wild out, f*** niggas up, laugh about it
I'm not trying to 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 10 in the morning
And I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawning mang
Still deliver the order mang!
And I ain't talking bout chicken and gravy mang!
I'm talking 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 with a thug that rap, you do the math
He gone blast 'til my stacks in order mang!

[Jay-Z]
...MANG! Lemme get 'em Free
Hov never slackin mang, zippin in the black Range
Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' 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 no witness shit, 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 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"
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
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 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 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...unnh!
Even though what we do is wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong wrong
Even though what we do is wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong