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What We Do
Freeway feat. JAY-Z & Beanie Sigel
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Man, if I get rocked this shit for my kids, nigga
This that real shit
Even though what we do is wrong
We still hustle 'til the sun come up
Crack a forty when the sun go down
It's a cold winter, y'all niggas better bundle up
And I better be a hotter summer
Grab a onion just to rock it 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 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 her sneaks start leanin' and the heat stop workin'
Then my heat start workin', I'ma rob me a person
Catch a nigga sleepin' 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 out of prison
Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless, then I hit him with the Smith and
(Even though what we do is wrong)
But I'm never snitchin', I'm a rider
If my kids hungry, snatch the dishes out your kitchen
I'll be wildin' 'til they pick me out a lineup
(Even though what we do is wrong)
We keep the nines tucked, chop 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 mornin'
And I can get it to you like ten while you yawnin', man
(Even though what we do is wrong)
Still deliver the order, man
And I ain't talkin' 'bout chicken and gravy, man
I'm talkin' 'bout bricks of yayo
Halves and quarters, four and a halfs of hash, you do the math
Swing past and scoop up your daughter
She wanna roll with a thug that rap, you do the math
Heat on blast 'til my stack's in order, man
Man
(Even though what we do is wrong)
Let me get 'em, Free
Hov' never slackin', man, zip it in a black Range
Faster than a red Ghost, gettin' ghost with Pac, man
One time, know I got a knack to get that change
Leader of the black gang, R-O-C, man
Bang like T-Mac, ski mask, air it out
Gotta kill witnesses 'cause free bands stickin' out
Y'all don't wanna witness shit, we squeeze hammers, man
Bullets breeze by you like Louisiana, man
(Even though what we do is wrong)
But I got a P-Tana, man
So I move keys, you can call me the piano man
Rain, sleet, hail, snow, man
Slang, dope, E, hydro, man
(Even though what we do is wrong)
You know, B. Sig' in the third lane
Grams still prayin', workin' 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
Pull out bands for my brothers that's above us
Make bands for the babies, tuck kids under covers
Buy cribs for they mothers
(Even though what we do is wrong)
Shit, I probably be wildin' with they father
Thomas Robert, tellin' Najwa that I'm ridin' for her father
That's like my brother, like same mother, different father
Any problems, dog, know I got it
(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 and Dolla Day
Real gangstas make hood holidays
(Even though what we do is wrong)
They ain't thank us, but we still pay homage, man
Soul food Sunday lookin' like Big Mama's, man
Tell the gang I never break my promise, man
(Even though what we do is wrong)
Man, huh