Man, if I get rocked, this shit for my kids, nigga   It's that real shit      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, grab 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 shit   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   Fuck 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, fuck 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 shit 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 shit, 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      Shit, 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