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Scarface、Nas、Rick Ross、Z-Ro - Do What I Do
I am ghetto boy chillin'
Represent for the ni**as in the hood and how they livin'
Heavy metal concealin'
Hustlin''til you touch a 9 to 5 of dr*g dealin'
It don't matter how I get it I got it f**k feelings
I don't have none I'm 'bout my paper ni**a ask 'em
Don't get confused on how the cash come
Never by any means necessary better
Get up off your a** and get my money 'fore I stretch yah
Out in front your doorstep when I brandish this 45th
You can make arrangements you a dead man a ghost
See I come from them cuts for real
Much long before this rap came f**k the deal
I survived the game of life ni**a f**k some skills
Crossin' me get in the way this p**sy must get killed
I'm alive he came he bust 'til he left
I would have made for sure I was dead and f**k yourself
Yeah cause now I'm at his a** with a vengeance
Blood in blood out from the beginning to the ending
Real sh*t bein' spit know your limits
It's best you mind your mothaf**kin' business
If you ain't in it
So hard in these streets
Gotta pack a pistol plus talk to god in these streets
Go to church Sunday Monday sellin' raw in these streets
Never took it home though I left it all in these streets
Gotta do what I gotta do
I ain't promotin' no eviction notice on the door
F**k it I had to go for broke
Do what I gotta do
Hustle 'til I see the dirt
Riskin'25 years just to see another verse
I was all alone car full of ni**as
How'd I get here car full of hittas
I was rollin' w**d they was snortin' blow
Such a cool breeze heart so cold
Step up to the plate where your money at
Bobby brown on cake with a hundred packs
New editions Lisa Lisa
We were secret lovers had to get a beeper
My atlantic star not a notre dame
Not a student loan tried to motivate
Continental my Bentley this sh*t should be illegal
Selassie eye in the ghost thousand bales of that diesel
Lord go toe to toe with any p**sy boy
F**k one time for facin' all the boobie boys
26 inch plates on a 68
Where I'm from a half a key'll set a ni**a straight
I just wanna make the car notes
Let mama make the pot roast
You should meet me at the car wash
Washin' all 8 that's inshallah
So hard in these streets
Gotta pack a pistol plus talk to god in these streets
Go to church Sunday Monday sellin' raw in these streets
Never took it home though I left it all in these streets
Gotta do what I gotta do
I ain't promotin' no eviction notice on the door
F**k it I had to go for broke
Do what I gotta do
Hustle 'til I see the dirt
Riskin'25 years just to see another verse
Speakin' for those squeakin' in them cell blocks readin'
To blacks whites and puerto ricans
Brothers with those ankle bracelets impatient for their releasin'
To make it back to the block the hatred the priest hit
Time sure flies look how many years went by
My young ni**as already need hair dye
Alcoholic faces women bad as a mug
Gettin' fat as f**k
Fried food be addin' up the system thrives off its victims
They ask how this economic collapse
Can affect people all over the map
Tea party for tax reenactment is whack
The past the past yo to my vatos out in the east los
Nietas on the east coast shouts to puerto Rico
Dominican republic people rep I
Brown and black we must get it together
The prison industrial complex a f**kin' set up
The Aztec Alma African settled on this land from the get up
I changed my aim who I'm gon' wet up
When violence is resorted knowledge is distorted
Unless it's payback for brutality
I'm more or less with that get back
So hard in these streets
Gotta pack a pistol plus talk to god in these streets
Go to church Sunday Monday sellin' raw in these streets
Never took it home though I left it all in these streets
Gotta do what I gotta do
I ain't promotin' no eviction notice on the door
F**k it I had to go for broke
Do what I gotta do
Hustle 'til I see the dirt
Riskin'25 years just to see another verse