What We Do
Freeway Jay Z Beanie Sigel Lyrics

Man, if I get rocked, this shit for my kids, nigga
I do what I do to provide for my children, even if it's risky.

It's that real shit
This is the genuine truth that I'm speaking.

Even though what we do is wrong
We know that what we're doing is morally incorrect.

We still hustle 'til the sun come up
We continue to work hard no matter what time it is.

Crack a 40 when the sun go down
We still find ways to enjoy ourselves after a long day.

It's a cold winter, y'all niggaz better bundle up
It's a harsh season, so be prepared.

An' I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion
I anticipate a difficult summer, so prepare accordingly.

Yes, the ROC gets down, you hot now, listen up
Our group, the ROC, is powerful and you should pay attention.

Don't you know cops' whole purpose is to lock us down?
The police are out to stop our illegal activities and incarcerate us.

An' throw away the key, but without this drug shit
If we weren't selling drugs, our kids would have nothing to eat.

Your kids ain't got no way to eat
If we didn't sell drugs, our children would be starving.

We still try to keep Mom smilin'
We do our best to make our mother happy.

'cause when the teeth stop showin'
We don't want our mom to stop smiling because of our struggles.

An' the stomach start growlin', then the heat start flowin'
If we can't provide food for our family, we'll resort to violence.

If you from the hood, I know you feel me, keep goin'
If you understand the struggle of growing up in the hood, keep pushing forward.

If a sneak start leanin' an' the heat stop workin'
If someone is trying to ambush us and our gun malfunctions,

Then my heat start workin', I'ma rob me a person
we will resort to robbery to defend ourselves.

Catch a nigga sleepin' while he out in the open
If we see an opportunity to rob someone, we'll take it.

An' I'ma get him, keep flowin'
We'll continue to hustle and do what we need to do.

We gotta raise our kids while we livin'
We have to take care of our children while we're still alive.

Make a million off a record, bail my niggaz outta prison
We want to make enough money to bail our friends out of jail.

Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder
We don't care about fancy cars, just taking care of our crew.

Nigga talk reckless, then I hit 'em with the Smif an'
If someone disrespects us, we'll use violence to defend ourselves.

But I'm never snitchin', I'm a rider
I'll never betray my team, I'm loyal.

If my kids hungry, snatch the dishes out ya kitchen
If my children are starving, I'll do what it takes to feed them.

I'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line up
I'll be living recklessly until I'm caught by the police.

We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it
We hide our guns and sell drugs, and we rap about it in our music.

Wyle out, fuck niggaz up, laugh about it
We let loose and hurt people, then find it amusing.

I'm not tryin' to visit the morgue
I don't want to end up dead.

But Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord
But I'll keep hustling until I die and join God in the afterlife.

'Til I get my shit together, clean up my sins
I'll keep doing what I'm doing until I'm able to clean up my life.

Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin'
I'm out hustling early in the morning.

An' I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin', man
I can provide drugs to you even when you're still half-asleep in the morning.

Still deliver the order, man
I still provide drugs to those who buy them from me.

An' I ain't talkin' 'bout chicken an' gravy, man
I'm not talking about food.

I'm talkin' 'bout bricks 'o ye yo, halves an' quarters
I'm talking about selling large quantities of cocaine.

4 an' a halves of hash, you do the math
I sell a specific quantity of hash, you can do the calculating yourself.

Swing past us, scoop up your daughter
Come by and pick up your daughter from us.

She wanna roll wit' a thug that rap, you do the math
She wants to be with someone like us, you know why.

He won't blast 'til my stacks in order
He won't use his gun until he's made enough money.

Man, lemme get 'em Free
Let me handle them, Freeway.

Hove never slackin', man, zippin' in the black Range
Jay-Z never stops hustling, he's always driving in his black Range Rover.

Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac, man
He's faster than a famous horse, and even faster when he's evading the police.

One time, know a got a knack to get that change
He's skilled at making money quickly and efficiently.

Leader of the black gang, ROC, man
He's the leader of the black gang called the ROC.

Bang like T-Mac, ski mask, air it out
We're shooting our guns and hiding our faces with ski masks.

Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's beard's stickin' out
We have to eliminate any witnesses because Freeway's beard is a recognizable feature.

Y'all don't want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers, man
We don't want anyone to testify against us, so we resort to violence.

Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man
Bullets fly past you just like the wind in Louisiana.

But I gotta feed Tianna, man
But I have a daughter to provide for.

So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
I sell drugs, and you can call me the Piano Man.

Rain, sleet, hail, snow, man
I sell drugs in any type of weather condition.

Slang dough, E, hydro, man
I sell different types of drugs like ecstasy and marijuana.

Know B. Sige in the third lane
I know Beanie Sigel really well.

Gramps still prayin', workin' on my nerves, man
My grandfather is still praying for me, and it's starting to annoy me.

Like, "Son you gotta get your soul clean
He tells me that I need to clean up my life.

Before they blow them horns like Coltrane"
Before I die and face judgment like John Coltrane's famous song 'A Love Supreme.'

But still I cry tears of a hustler
I still struggle and cry from the hardships of being a hustler.

Wipe tears from my mother, pull out beers for her brothers
I comfort my mother and pay my respects to my uncles.

That's above us, make beds for the babies
Those are things we can't control, but we try to provide for our children.

Tuck kids under covers, buy cribs for their mothers
We take care of our children and buy them necessities.

Shit, I'll probably be wylin' with their fathers
I might end up living like their fathers, reckless and in trouble with the law.

Tell Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I'm ridin' for her father
Tell Ms. Robert and Enijah that I'm supporting their father, even behind bars.

That's like my brother, like same mother, different father
He's like a brother to me, even though we have different fathers.

Any problems? Dog, know I got 'em
If you have any problems, let me know, I'll take care of it for you.

An' still we grind from the bottom
We're still working hard to lift ourselves from the bottom.

Just to make it to the bottom, sold crack in the alleyways
We sold drugs in dangerous areas to make ends meet.

Still gave back Marcy 'A Dollar Day'
We still gave back to our community by donating to Marcy projects.

Real gangstas make hood holidays
We make celebrations in the hood to show unity and strength.

They ain't thank us but we still paid homage, man
They might not have thanked us, but we still showed respect to our predecessors.

Soul Food Sunday, lookin' like Big Momma's, man
Our Sunday meals were like something out of the movie 'Big Momma's House.'

Tell the gang I never break my promise, man, man
Let them know that I don't break my promises.

Even though what we do is wrong
We're aware that our actions are morally incorrect.

Even though what we do is wrong
We're aware that our actions are morally incorrect.