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Man, if I get rocked, this for my kids, nigga
It's real shit

Even though what we do is

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

Yes, the ROC down, you hot now, listen up
Don't you know whole purpose is to lock us down?
An' throw away the key, but this drug shit
Your kids got no way to eat

We still try to keep Mom
'Cuz when the teeth showin'
An' the stomach growlin', then the heat start flowin'
If you from the hood, I know you me, keep goin'

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

We gotta raise our while we livin'
Make a million off a record, bail my niggaz outta
Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the
talk reckless, then I hit 'em with the Smif an'

But I'm never snitchin', I'm a
If my kids hungry, the dishes out ya kitchen
I'll be til they pick me outta line up

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

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

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

Swing us, scoop up your daughter
She wanna roll a thug that rap, you do the math
He won't blast 'til my stacks in

Man, get 'em Free
Hove never slackin', man, zippin' in the black
than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac, man
One time, a got a knack to get that change
Leader of the gang, ROC, man

like T-Mac, ski mask, air it out
Gotta kill witnesses 'cause beard's stickin' out
don't want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers, man
Bullets by you, like Louisiana, man

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

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

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

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

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

ain't thank us but we still paid homage, man
Soul Sunday, lookin' like Big Momma's, man
Tell the gang I break my promise, man, man

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