"What We Do" lyrics
The Black Guns & Freeway Lyrics
Even though what we do is wrong
We still hustle 'til the sun come up
Crack a forty when the Sun go down
It's a cold winter, y'all niggas better bundle up
And I bet it 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 shit, your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh?
Check
We still try to keep mom, smilin'
'Cause when her teeth stop showin'
And her stomach start growlin' then the heat start flowin'
If you from the hood, I know you feel me
If a sneak start leaning
And the heat stop workin'
Then my heat start workin', I'ma rob me a person
Catch a nigga sleeping while he out in the open
And I'ma get him
We gotta raise our kids while we livin', make a million off a record, bail my niggas outta prison
Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smith 'n
But I'm never snitching, I'm a rider
If my kids hungry, snatch the dishes out ya kitchen
I'll be wilding 'til they pick me out a line-up
(Even though what we do is wrong)
We keep the nines tucked, chop dimes up, rap about it
Wild out, fuck niggas up, laugh about it
I'm not tryna 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 ya like ten while you yawning, mane
Even though what we do is wrong
Check
Still deliver the order, mane
And I ain't talkin' 'bout chicken and gravy, man
I'm talking bout bricks of yayo, halves and quarters, four and a halves of hash, you do the math
Swing past us, scoop up your daughter
She wanna roll with a thug that rap, you do the math
He gon' blast 'til my stacks in order, mane
Even though what we do is wrong
We still hustle 'til the sun come up
Crack a forty when the Sun go down
It's a cold winter, y'all niggas better bundle up
And I bet it 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 shit, your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh?
Check
We still try to keep mom, smilin'
'Cause when her teeth stop showin'
And her stomach start growlin' then the heat start flowin'
If you from the hood, I know you feel me
If a sneak start leaning
And the heat stop workin'
Then my heat start workin', I'ma rob me a person
Catch a nigga sleeping while he out in the open
And I'ma get him
We gotta raise our kids while we livin', make a million off a record, bail my niggas outta prison
Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smith 'n
But I'm never snitching, I'm a rider
If my kids hungry, snatch the dishes out ya kitchen
I'll be wilding 'til they pick me out a line-up
(Even though what we do is wrong)
We keep the nines tucked, chop dimes up, rap about it
Wild out, fuck niggas up, laugh about it
I'm not tryna 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 ya like ten while you yawning, mane
Even though what we do is wrong
Check
Still deliver the order, mane
And I ain't talkin' 'bout chicken and gravy, man
I'm talking bout bricks of yayo, halves and quarters, four and a halves of hash, you do the math
Swing past us, scoop up your daughter
She wanna roll with a thug that rap, you do the math
He gon' blast 'til my stacks in order, mane
Even though what we do is wrong
Writer(s): Shawn C. Carter, Dwight Grant, Skip Scarborough, Leslie Pridgen, Justin Gregory Smith
