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Man, if I get rocked, this shit for my kids,
that real shit

Even though what we do is

We still hustle the sun come up
Crack a 40 when the sun go
It's a cold winter, niggaz better bundle up
An' I bet it be a summer, grab a onion

Yes, the ROC down, you hot now, listen up
Don't you know cops' whole is to lock us down?
An' throw the key, but without this drug shit
kids ain't got no way to eat

We try to keep Mom smilin'
'Cuz when the stop showin'
An' the start growlin', then the heat start flowin'
If you from the hood, I know you feel me, keep

If a sneak start an' the heat stop workin'
Then my heat workin', I'ma rob me a person
Catch a nigga sleepin' while he out in the
An' get him, keep flowin'

We gotta raise our kids we livin'
Make a off a record, bail my niggaz outta prison
Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless, then I hit 'em the Smif an'

But I'm snitchin', I'm a rider
If my kids hungry, the dishes out ya kitchen
I'll be til they pick me outta line up

We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap it
Wyle out, fuck niggaz up, laugh it
I'm not tryin' to the morgue
But Freeway move out 'til I sit with the

'Til I get my shit together, clean up my
Freeway got it in like 10 in the
An' I can get it to ya like 10 you yawnin', man

Still the order, man
An' I ain't talkin' chicken an' gravy, man
I'm talkin' bricks 'o ye yo, halves an' quarters
4 an' a of hash, you do the math

past us, scoop up your daughter
She wanna roll wit' a that rap, you do the math
He blast 'til my stacks in order

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

Bang T-Mac, ski mask, air it out
Gotta witnesses 'cause Free's beard's stickin' out
Y'all want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers, man
Bullets breeze by you, Louisiana, man

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

Know B. Sige in the lane
still prayin', workin' on my nerves, man
Like, "Son you gotta get your clean
Before they blow them like Coltrane"

But still I cry tears of a
Wipe from my mother, pull out beers for her brothers
above us, make beds for the babies
Tuck kids covers, buy cribs for their mothers

Shit, I'll be wylin' with their fathers
Tell Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I'm for her father
That's like my brother, like mother, different father
Any Dog, know I got 'em

An' we grind from the bottom
to make it to the bottom, sold crack in the alleyways
Still gave back Marcy 'A Dollar
Real make hood holidays

They ain't us but we still paid homage, man
Soul Food Sunday, lookin' Big Momma's, man
the gang I never break my promise, man, man

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