Freeway, Beanie Sigel, JAY-Z - What We Do lyrics

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?
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')
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 10 in the morning
And I can get it to ya
Like 10 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
Fou 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 gon' blast 'til my stacks in order mang!

Mang, let me get 'em Free
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
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
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
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, uhh!

Even though what we do is wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
Even though what we do is wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong