Scarface, Nas, Rick Ross, Z-Ro - Do What I Do lyrics

I am ghetto, boy, chillin'
Represent for the niggas in the
Hood and how they livin'
Heavy metal concealin'
Hustlin' 'til you touch a 9
To 5 of drug dealin'
It don't matter how I get it, I got it
Fuck feelings
I don't have none, I'm 'bout my paper, nigga
Ask 'em
Don't get confused on how the cash come
Never, by any means necessary better
Get up off your ass and get
My money 'fore I stretch yah
Out in front your doorstep
When I brandish this 45th
You can make arrangements, you a dead man
A ghost see I come from them cuts for real
Much long before this rap came, fuck the deal
I survived the game of life, nigga
Fuck some skills


Crossin' me, get in the way
This pussy must get killed
I'm alive, he came, he bust 'til he left
I would have made for sure I
Was dead and fuck yourself
Yeah, cause now I'm at his
Ass with a vengeance blood in
Blood out from the beginning to the ending
Real shit bein' spit, know your limit's
It's best you mind your mothafuckin' business
If you ain't in it

So hard in these streets
Gotta pack a pistol plus talk
To God in these streets
Go to church, Sunday, Monday
Sellin' raw in these streets
Never took it home though
I left it all in these streets
Gotta do what I gotta do
I ain't promotin', no
Eviction notice on the door
Fuck it, I had to go for broke
Do what I gotta do
Hustle 'til I see the dirt
Riskin' 25 years just to see another first

I was all alone, car full of niggas
How'd I get here? Car full of hittas
I was rollin' weed, they was snortin' blow
Such a cool breeze, heart so cold
Step up to the plate, where your money at?
Bobby Brown on cake with a hundred packs
New editions, Lisa Lisa
We were secret lovers, had to get a beeper
My Atlantic star, not a Notre Dame
Not a student loan, tried to motivate
Continental, my Bentley
This shit should be illegal
Selassie eye in the ghost
Thousand bales of that diesel
Lord, go toe to toe with any pussy boy
Fuck, one time for Face and
All the Boobie boys 26 inch plates on a 68
Where I'm from a half a
Key'll set a nigga straight
I just wanna make the car notes
Let mama make the pot roast
You should meet me at the car wash
Washin' all 8, that's inshallah

So hard in these streets
Gotta pack a pistol plus talk
To God in these streets
Go to church, Sunday, Monday
Sellin' raw in these streets
Never took it home though
I left it all in these streets
Gotta do what I gotta do
I ain't promotin' no eviction
Notice on the door
Fuck it, I had to go for broke
Do what I gotta do
Hustle 'til I see the dirt
Riskin' 25 years just to see another verse

Speakin' for those squeakin' in
Them cell blocks readin'
To blacks, whites and Puerto Ricans
Brothers with those ankle bracelets
Impatient for their releasin'
To make it back to the block, the hatred
The present
Time sure flies, look how many years went by
My young niggas already need hair dye
Alcoholic faces, women bad as a mug
Gettin' fat as fuck fried food be addin' up
The system thrives off it's victims
They ask how this economic collapse
Can affect people all over the map
Tea party for tax reenactment is whack
The past the past, yo
To my vatos out in the East Los
Nietas on the east coast
Shouts to Puerto Rico
Dominican Republic people, rep I
Brown and black, we must get it together
The prison industrial complex a
Fuckin' set up the Aztec, Olmec
African settled on this land from the get up
I changed my aim, who I'm gon' wet up
When violence is resorted
Knowledge is distorted
Unless it's payback for brutality
I'm more or less with that, get back

So hard in these streets
Gotta pack a pistol plus talk
To God in these streets
Go to church, Sunday, Monday
Sellin' raw in these streets
Never took it home though
I left it all in these streets
Gotta do what I gotta do
I ain't promotin' no eviction
Notice on the door
Fuck it, I had to go for broke
Do what I gotta do
Hustle 'til I see the dirt
Riskin' 25 years just to see another verse