What We Do (Letra)

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[Freeway]

Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga
It’s that real shit…

[female singer, repeated throughout the verses]
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 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’…
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 leanin’ and the heat stop workin’
Then my heat start workin’ I’m-a rob me a person
Catch a nigga sleepin’ 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 niggaz 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 snitchin’ I’m a rider
If my kids hungry snatch the dishes out ya kitchen
I’ll be wylin’ til 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 ‘til I sit with the Lord
‘Til I…get my shit together, clean up my sins
Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin’
And I can get it to ya like 10 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
4 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 ‘til my stacks in order mang!

[Jay-Z]
…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 a 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 stickin’ 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 dough, E, hydro man…

[Beanie Sigel]
…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 Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I’m ridin’ 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 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…unnh!

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What We Do (Letra)

Freeway

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Yo,yo bleek man what the fuck nigga
Fuck them hoes man
Fuck them bitches
What i like

Uh uh uh uh what what
I bet y’all think this some love song or shit
Thats a terible mistake

(sauce money)
I like to do 20 wild chicks scoping my whip
Do shows across the country get dough for my shit
Lookin’ in the face of rappers hopping i quit
Still spit the fly shit to keep them grosing my hits
I like to neva eva let my tounge touch in the sex
Like to excersice one week say fuck it the next
Like to write four whole songs three skits a day
Talk shit with tyrina, and do hits with j
I like to write for other people keep ‘em lovin’ a nigga
On the low love the dough between my publish and bigga
Is it wroth a million yet thats what they say now
Long distance california let me call j brown
Hear the story off of a cappa who was first described
Do one for money sauce keep thirst alive
Like the shit filled with fam when i invent that hit
Like to scream rocafella when and repersent that shit

Chorus sauce money

Just, some of things that we like to do
Pretty sure some things you like to do
With a wooden chair a dolo or with your crew
Just, some of things that we like to do
Pretty sure some things you like to do
With a wooden chair a dolo or with your crew
What it is is what is is this is what we do

(memphis bleek)
I like to get my hustle on and make loot all day
Spit game at these chicks smoke in the hallway
Know how i feel about you right next to f
Like to shop tom d stay fresh to def
I like to analyze jigga man the evils is deep
Late night i hit these hoes while their peoples asleep
I like to wake up in the afternoon religuosly
I on a vow last night fuck school imma spend this g
I like to tell fake thugs man they soft as nerves
Like they drink infront of the heat and take off the skirt
Like when chicks try to make it seam to provoke me the hitter
Handle that diplomatic and try to fuck their sister
Like to stay away from hoes i heard caught a diesease
Like to do shows then hit bums off of some cheese
Everything i spit blaze now us in this week
Now i like to grab my dick and say bitch i’m memphis bleek

(chorus)

[memphis bleek](sauce money)
I like to ride shotgun, roll my dro’ in the coop
Like to go gold with you and hold my guns on the stoop
Like to shoot whack rappers and get away with the crime
Like to bag shorties tried to fuck me two at a time
Like to see that bitch nigga who alarmin the cops
Only reason i pull heat infront of his mom and pops
(i neva liked that)but if he want to front on me imma strike back
Niggas can neva front on bleek

(sauce money and memphis bleek)
I like to bows fow niggas never snuck in my click
Everyboy thats related we bustin they shit
Any girl i want, believe bleek fuckin’ them quick
I like to watch the knicks while girls suckin my dick
No sweat i like to do sets while watchin’ the nets
Go to parties take my shirt off and i’m rockin’ my vest
I like to come through and drink bacardi dark in the lex
After that, smoke weed in the park when it’s wet
I like to throw henium for all my niggas who died
All my street niggas who used to rock their timbs untied
Sauce money, memphis bleek what we bound to do
Forever and a day we’d like to put this down for you

(sauce money)
I’m sayin, that everybody like to do something ya know
You like what you like i like what i like
Thats what we doin’ what we like to do
Sauce money, memphis bleek(bleek bleek)
Marcy