What We Do
Beanie Sigel Lyrics


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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 niggaz better bundle up
An' 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?
An' throw away the key, but without this drug shit
Your kids ain't got no way to eat

We still try to keep Mom smilin'
'cause when the teeth stop showin'
An' 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' an' 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
An' 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 Smif an'

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'
An' I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin', man

Still deliver the order, man
An' I ain't talkin' 'bout chicken an' gravy, man
I'm talkin' 'bout bricks 'o ye yo, halves an' quarters
4 an' 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

Man, lemme get 'em Free
Hove never slackin', man, zippin' in the black Range
Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac, man
One time, know a got a knack to get that change
Leader of the black gang, ROC, man

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, man
Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man

But I gotta feed Tianna, man
So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
Rain, sleet, hail, snow, man
Slang dough, E, hydro, man

Know 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

An' 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, man
Soul Food Sunday, lookin' like Big Momma's, man
Tell the gang I never break my promise, man, man





Even though what we do is wrong
Even though what we do is wrong

Overall Meaning

In the song "What We Do" by Beanie Sigel, the lyrics depict the harsh realities and struggles faced by individuals involved in illegal activities, particularly drug dealing. The lyrics discuss the commitment and sacrifice made to provide for one's family, even though the actions may be morally wrong. It highlights the desperation to survive in a cold and unforgiving environment, where poverty and limited opportunities prevail.


The lyrics also emphasize the destructive cycle perpetuated by the criminal justice system. The line, "Don't you know cops' whole purpose is to lock us down?" speaks to the systemic oppression faced by marginalized communities, where law enforcement disproportionately targets and incarcerates people of color. The lyrics suggest that engaging in drug-related activities may be one of the few options for survival in these circumstances, as it provides a means to support one's children and ensure their basic needs are met.


Furthermore, the lyrics delve into the harsh realities of street life, where violence becomes a means to protect oneself and one's family. "If a sneak start leanin' an' the heat stop workin', Then my heat start workin', I'ma rob me a person," reflects the desperation and willingness to resort to criminal acts to ensure personal safety and survival. The lyrics imply that individuals from impoverished neighborhoods are constantly faced with threats and danger, leading them to adopt a mindset of self-preservation at any cost.


Amidst the struggles, the lyrics also express a desire for personal growth and salvation. The line, "We gotta raise our kids while we livin', Make a million off a record, bail my niggaz outta prison," highlights the aspiration to overcome adversity, make a better life, and support loved ones. It highlights the motivation to succeed in the music industry, not only for personal gain but also to uplift and provide opportunities for those close to them.


Overall, the lyrics of "What We Do" paint a vivid picture of the challenges faced by individuals involved in illegal activities, their motivations, and the harsh environment they navigate. It offers a glimpse into the complex web of poverty, survival, and the pursuit of freedom and success in circumstances where legal avenues may be limited.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SHAWN CARTER, SHAWN C CARTER, DWIGHT GRANT, LESLIE PRIDGEN, SKIP SCARBOROUGH, JUSTIN GREGORY SMITH

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This is the perfect anthem for anybody who wakes up in the morning with the unbridled determination to do whatever it takes to survive.

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