What We Do (feat. JAY-Z & Beanie Sigel)

Man, if I get rocked, this - for my kids, -
It's that real - (even though what we do is wrong)

We still hustle 'til the sun comes up
Crack a forty when the sun goes down
It's a cold winter; y'all - better bundle up
And I bet it will be a hotter summer, grab an 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 -, your kids don't have any way to eat, huh?

We still try to keep mom smiling
'Cause when her teeth stop showin' and her stomach starts growling, then the heat starts flowing
If you are from the hood, I know you feel me (keep goin')
If a sneak starts leaning and the heat stops workingin'
Then my heat started working, and I'ma rob me a person
Catch a - sleeping while he is out in the open
And I'm going to get him (even though what we do is wrong, keep flowin')

We gotta raise our kids while we live
Make a million off a record; bail my - out of prison
Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder
Talks recklessly, then I hit 'em with the Smith 'n
But I'm never snitching; I'm a rider
If my kids are hungry, snatch the dishes out of your kitchen
I'll be wilding 'til they pick me out of a lineup
(Even though what we do is wrong)

We keep the - tucked, chopped dimes up, and rap about it
Wild out, - 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 ten in the morning
And I can get it to you like ten while you yawn, man
(Even though what we do is wrong)

Still deliver the order, man
And I'm not talking about chicken and gravy, man
I'm talking about bricks of -, halves and quarters
Fou and a halves of hash, you do the math
Swing past us, scoop up your daughter
She wants to roll with a thug that raps; you do the math
He gon' blast 'til my stacks are in order, mang

Man, 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, man
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 -, we squeeze hammers, mang
Bullets breeze by you like Louisiana, man (even though what we do is wrong)
But I gotta feed Tianna, man
So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
Rain, snow, hail, snowman
Slang -, E, hydro man

You, know, B. Sige' in the third lane
Gramps is still praying, working 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, pour out beers for our brothers

That's above us, make beds for the babies
Tuck kids under covers, buy cribs for their mothers
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 the same mother, different father
Any problems, dawg, know I got 'em (even though what we do is wrong)

And still we grind from the bottom
Just to make it to the bottom, sold - in the alleyways
Still gave back Marcy on Dollar Day
Real gangstas make holidays
They don't thank us, but we still paid homage, man
Soul Food Sunday looking like Big Momma's, man
Tell the gang I never break my promise, mang
Man, uh (even though what we do is wrong)

Even though what we do is wrong