What We Do

[Intro: Freeway] Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga It's that real shit *Even though what we do is wrong...* [Verse 1: Freeway] 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 (Jay-Z: 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 nigga sleeping while he out in the open...and I'm-a get him (Jay-Z: Keep flowin'...) 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 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, fuck 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 [Beanie Sigel] 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!