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[00:03.95]Man, if I get rocked, this shit for my kids, nigga
[00:06.98]It's that real shit
[00:08.14]Even though what we do is wrong
[00:09.70]We still hustle 'til the sun come up
[00:12.15]Crack a 40 when the sun go down
[00:14.36]It's a cold winter, y'all niggaz better bundle up
[00:16.61]An' I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion
[00:19.69]Yes, the ROC gets down, you hot now, listen up
[00:21.98]Don't you know cops' whole purpose is to lock us down?
[00:24.69]An' throw away the key, but without this drug shit
[00:27.91]Your kids ain't got no way to eat
[00:29.60]We still try to keep Mom smilin'
[00:33.33]'Cuz when the teeth stop showin'
[00:35.30]An' the stomach start growlin', then the heat start flowin'
[00:37.37]If you from the hood, I know you feel me, keep goin'
[00:40.63]If a sneak start leanin' an' the heat stop workin'
[00:43.43]Then my heat start workin', I'ma rob me a person
[00:44.65]Catch a nigga sleepin' while he out in the open
[00:48.40]An' I'ma get him, keep flowin'
[00:50.92]We gotta raise our kids while we livin'
[00:52.95]Make a million off a record, bail my niggaz outta prison
[00:55.91]Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder
[00:58.24]Nigga talk reckless, then I hit 'em with the Smif an'
[01:00.92]But I'm never snitchin', I'm a rider
[01:03.28]If my kids hungry, snatch the dishes out ya kitchen
[01:05.71]I'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line up
[01:08.73]We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it
[01:13.72]Wyle out, fuck niggaz up, laugh about it
[01:16.03]I'm not tryin' to visit the morgue
[01:18.42]But Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord
[01:20.75]'Til I get my shit together, clean up my sins
[01:23.49]Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin'
[01:26.00]An' I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin', man
[01:29.49]Still deliver the order, man
[01:34.08]An' I ain't talkin' 'bout chicken an' gravy, man
[01:37.05]I'm talkin' 'bout bricks 'o ye yo, halves an' quarters
[01:40.04]4 an' a halves of hash, you do the math
[01:41.80]Swing past us, scoop up your daughter
[01:44.34]She wanna roll wit' a thug that rap, you do the math
[01:46.71]He won't blast 'til my stacks in order
[01:49.10]Man, lemme get 'em Free
[01:51.76]Hove never slackin', man, zippin' in the black Range
[01:54.32]Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac, man
[01:57.03]One time, know a got a knack to get that change
[01:59.55]Leader of the black gang, ROC, man
[02:01.88]Bang like T-Mac, ski mask, air it out
[02:04.55]Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's beard's stickin' out
[02:06.88]Y'all don't want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers, man
[02:09.04]Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man
[02:12.05]But I gotta feed Tianna, man
[02:14.89]So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
[02:17.40]Rain, sleet, hail, snow, man
[02:20.06]Slang dough, E, hydro, man
[02:22.35]Know B. Sige in the third lane
[02:25.52]Gramps still prayin', workin' on my nerves, man
[02:27.83]Like, "Son you gotta get your soul clean
[02:30.37]Before they blow them horns like Coltrane"
[02:32.56]But still I cry tears of a hustler
[02:34.86]Wipe tears from my mother, pull out beers for her brothers
[02:37.51]That's above us, make beds for the babies
[02:39.16]Tuck kids under covers, buy cribs for their mothers
[02:42.50]Shit, I'll probably be wylin' with their fathers
[02:45.59]Tell Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I'm ridin' for her father
[02:47.87]That's like my brother, like same mother, different father
[02:50.89]Any problems? Dog, know I got 'em
[02:52.88]An' still we grind from the bottom
[02:55.43]Just to make it to the bottom, sold crack in the alleyways
[02:57.63]Still gave back Marcy 'A Dollar Day'
[03:02.97]Real gangstas make hood holidays
[03:03.67]They ain't thank us but we still paid homage, man
[03:05.65]Soul Food Sunday, lookin' like Big Momma's, man
[03:08.46]Tell the gang I never break my promise, man, man
[03:12.11]Even though what we do is wrong
[03:13.96]Even though what we do is wrong
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