What We Do
JAY Z Beanie Sigel Freeway Lyrics

Man, if I get rocked, this shit for my kids, nigga
I do this for my kids, in case anything happens to me

It's that real shit
This is the truth, this is what we do

Even though what we do is wrong
We know it's not right, but we have to do it to survive

We still hustle 'til the sun come up
We work hard day and night to make ends meet

Crack a 40 when the sun go down
We celebrate our hard work with a drink when the day is over

It's a cold winter, y'all niggaz better bundle up
The winter is harsh, we have to prepare ourselves to survive

An' I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion
Summer will be even harder, we need to prepare in advance

Yes, the ROC gets down, you hot now, listen up
Our group is successful, pay attention to what we're saying

Don't you know cops' whole purpose is to lock us down?
The police are not on our side, they aim to arrest us and imprison us

An' throw away the key, but without this drug shit
If we don't sell drugs, we won't be able to provide for our families

Your kids ain't got no way to eat
If we don't sell drugs, our kids won't have food to eat

We still try to keep Mom smilin'
We work hard to make our mothers happy, despite the hardships we face

'cause when the teeth stop showin'
When we're hungry and can't afford to eat, we become restless

An' the stomach start growlin', then the heat start flowin'
When we're hungry, we become desperate and may turn to violence

If you from the hood, I know you feel me, keep goin'
If you're from our neighborhood, you understand what we're going through

If a sneak start leanin' an' the heat stop workin'
If our gun malfunctions, we become vulnerable

Then my heat start workin', I'ma rob me a person
If we can't defend ourselves properly, we may resort to robbery for survival

Catch a nigga sleepin' while he out in the open
We may take advantage of someone who is vulnerable and not paying attention

An' I'ma get him, keep flowin'
We will continue to do whatever it takes to survive

We gotta raise our kids while we livin'
We have to provide for our kids while we're still alive

Make a million off a record, bail my niggaz outta prison
If we can make a lot of money from our music, we can help our friends who are in prison

Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder
I don't care about fancy cars, I just want to look out for my boys

Nigga talk reckless, then I hit 'em with the Smif an'
If someone disrespects us, we may resort to violence

But I'm never snitchin', I'm a rider
I will never betray my friends or associates, and I will always stand up for what I believe in

If my kids hungry, snatch the dishes out ya kitchen
If my kids are hungry, I will do whatever it takes to feed them

I'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line up
I will continue to do whatever it takes to survive, even if it means getting arrested

We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it
We always carry guns and sell drugs, and we make music about our lifestyle

Wyle out, fuck niggaz up, laugh about it
We enjoy fighting and violence, and we don't take it seriously

I'm not tryin' to visit the morgue
I don't want to get killed or end up in jail

But Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord
Freeway will keep hustling and doing what he needs to do until he dies

'Til I get my shit together, clean up my sins
I will work on improving myself and fixing my mistakes

Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin'
Freeway starts working early in the morning and is dedicated to his hustle

An' I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin', man
I can get drugs to you early in the morning, before you're even fully awake

Still deliver the order, man
I still provide drugs to my customers

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

I'm talkin' 'bout bricks 'o ye yo, halves an' quarters
I'm talking about different amounts of cocaine

4 an' a halves of hash, you do the math
I'm selling 4.5 ounces of hashish, figure out the price yourself

Swing past us, scoop up your daughter
Come to us and bring your daughter, she can hang out with us

She wanna roll wit' a thug that rap, you do the math
She wants to be with someone like us, who is involved in the drug game and raps about it

He won't blast 'til my stacks are in order
He won't kill anyone until he has enough money and power in the drug game

Man, lemme get 'em Free
Let me handle this, Freeway

Hove never slackin', man, zippin' in the black Range
Jay Z is always working hard, driving around in his luxury car

Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac, man
He moves quickly, like a ghost, just like he did with Tupac Shakur

One time, know a got a knack to get that change
He knows how to make money quickly and efficiently

Leader of the black gang, ROC, man
Jay Z is the leader of his group, the ROC

Bang like T-Mac, ski mask, air it out
He shoots like basketball player Tracy McGrady, wearing a ski mask to hide his identity

Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's beard's stickin' out
They have to eliminate anyone who saw them commit a crime, so they won't get caught

Y'all don't want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers, man
If you don't want to be a witness, we will use violence to intimidate you

Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man
The bullets fly past you quickly, like the wind in Louisiana

But I gotta feed Tianna, man
But I have to provide for my daughter, no matter what

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

Rain, sleet, hail, snow, man
No matter what the weather is like, I will still hustle and sell drugs

Slang dough, E, hydro, man
I sell cocaine, ecstasy, and marijuana

Know B. Sige in the third lane
Beanie Sigel is involved in the drug game and is driving in the fast lane

Gramps still prayin', workin' on my nerves, man
My grandfather still prays for me, even though it's annoying

Like, "Son you gotta get your soul clean
My grandfather tells me that I need to clean up my act and change my ways

Before they blow them horns like Coltrane"
Before I die and it's too late to change

But still I cry tears of a hustler
I shed tears because of the struggles I face as a hustler

Wipe tears from my mother, pull out beers for her brothers
I comfort my mother and give her brothers beers

That's above us, make beds for the babies
We do what we can to provide for the children in our community

Tuck kids under covers, buy cribs for their mothers
We protect children and provide for their mothers

Shit, I'll probably be wylin' with their fathers
I'll probably be involved in criminal activity with their fathers

Tell Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I'm ridin' for her father
Tell my friends' family members that I'm supporting them while their family members are in prison

That's like my brother, like same mother, different father
We're like family, even though we have different fathers

Any problems? Dog, know I got 'em
If you have any problems, I will help you out

An' still we grind from the bottom
We keep working hard, despite all the obstacles we face

Just to make it to the bottom, sold crack in the alleyways
We worked hard to make ends meet by selling drugs in the worst parts of town

Still gave back Marcy 'A Dollar Day'
We still gave back to our community, even though we were struggling to survive

Real gangstas make hood holidays
We make the best of what we have, and celebrate our successes together

They ain't thank us but we still paid homage, man
Even though our community sometimes doesn't appreciate us, we still respect and honor it

Soul Food Sunday, lookin' like Big Momma's, man
We come together to celebrate and eat soul food, just like in the movie "Big Momma's House"

Tell the gang I never break my promise, man, man
Let my friends know that I always keep my promises