Karaoké What We Do Freeway & Beanie Sigel & Jay-Z

Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga

It's that real shit

We still hustle 'till the sun come up

Crack a forty when the sun go down

It's a cold winter

Y'all niggaz 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 shit your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh

We still try to keep, Mom smilin'

'Cos 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 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'

We gotta raise our kids while we livin'

Make a million off a record bail my niggaz 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 snitchin'

I'm a rider

If my kids hungry snatch the dishes out ya kitchen

I'll be wylin' 'till they pick me outta line-up

We keep the nines tucked chopped dimes up rap about it

Wyle out, fuck niggaz up laugh about it

I'm not tryin' to visit the morgue but Freeway move out 'till I sit with the Lord

'Till I get my shit together clean up my sins

Freeway got it in like ten in the mornin'

And I can get it to ya like ten 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

Four 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 'till 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 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 'cos

Free's beard's stickin' out

Y'all don't want no witness shit we squeeze hammers mang

Bullets breeze by you like Louisiana 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

Shit, I'll probably be wylin' with their fathers

Tell Miss Robert, tell Enijah that I'm ridin' for her father

That's like my brother like the 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

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