Man, if I get rocked, this *** for my kids, nigga

It's that real *** Even though what we do is wrong We still hustle 'til the sun come up

Crack a 40 when the sun go down

It's a cold winter, y'all niggaz better bundle up

An' I bet it be a hotter summer, *** a onion Yes, the ROC gets down, you hot now, listen up

Don't you know cops' whole purpose is to lock us down?

An' throw away the key, but without this drug ***

Your kids ain't got no way to eat We still try to keep Mom smilin'

'Cuz when the teeth stop showin'

An' the stomach start growlin', then the heat start flowin'

If you from the hood, I know you feel me, keep goin' If a sneak start leanin' an' the heat stop workin'

Then my heat start workin', I'ma rob me a person

Catch a nigga sleepin' while he out in the open

An' I'ma get him, keep flowin' We gotta raise our kids while we livin'

Make a million off a record, bail my niggaz outta prison

*** a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder

Nigga talk reckless, then I hit 'em with the Smif an' But I'm never snitchin', I'm a rider

If my kids hungry, snatch the dishes out ya kitchen

I'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line up We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it

Wyle out, *** niggaz up, laugh about it

I'm not tryin' to visit the morgue

But Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord 'Til I get my *** together, clean up my sins

Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin'

An' I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin', man Still deliver the order, man

An' I ain't talkin' 'bout chicken an' gravy, man

I'm talkin' 'bout bricks 'o ye yo, halves an' quarters

4 an' a halves of hash, you do the math Swing past us, scoop up your daughter

She wanna roll wit' a thug that rap, you do the math

He won't blast 'til my stacks in order Man, lemme get 'em Free

Hove never slackin', man, zippin' in the black Range

Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac, man

One time, know a got a knack to get that change

Leader of the black gang, ROC, man Bang like T-Mac, ski mask, air it out

Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's beard's stickin' out

Y'all don't want no witness ***, we squeeze hammers, man

Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man But I gotta feed Tianna, man

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

Rain, sleet, hail, snow, man

Slang dough, E, hydro, man Know B. Sige in the third lane

Gramps still prayin', workin' on my nerves, man

Like, "Son you gotta get your soul clean

Before they blow them horns like Coltrane" But still I cry tears of a hustler

Wipe tears from my mother, pull out beers for her brothers

That's above us, make beds for the babies

Tuck kids under covers, buy cribs for their mothers ***, I'll probably be wylin' with their fathers

Tell Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I'm ridin' for her father

That's like my brother, like same mother, different father

Any problems? Dog, know I got 'em An' still we grind from the bottom

Just to make it to the bottom, sold crack in the alleyways

Still gave back Marcy 'A Dollar Day'

Real gangstas make hood holidays They ain't thank us but we still paid homage, man

Soul Food Sunday, lookin' like Big Momma's, man

Tell the gang I never break my promise, man, man Even though what we do is wrong

Even though what we do is wrong