B.SI- What We Do Freestyle( Off The Top No Written) Video

WHAT WE DO FREESTLYE LYRICS:
Even tho i kno what im doing aint right/ i gotta grind evryday dog hustle and fight/
strap in the heat of the night/ holdin the light blowning the blunts looking out for
highbeam lights/ living aint right i dont give a fuck no more holdin the 4/ might put
a hole in your throat/ you can catch me on the mile creepin blownin the dro/
fuckin yo hoe gotta keep dick in her thoart/ my predicament is crazy eyes
is lazy/ fiends walkin in the streets with cracked out babies/ young niggaz goin ham
poppin shots off daily/ Rocka Bye bye baby rock your brain off crazy/
now your thoughts is hazy/ head burnt like crazy bullets burn like crazy/
yea they hurt my baby/ and you dont want drama bullets spread like AIDS be/ you'll break
like eggs b/ now your soul with GD/ now thats just wrong like the hook on this song/
but thats life homeboy and the shit goes on/ just protect your dome and hold
your own/ hold your chrom and keep that shit close to your bone/ watch your home
watch your own/ and it you slangin yae you better watch what block you on/
cause niggaz might come up and rock your dome/ and leave your mind fucked up
like a foster home/ and leave ya shit wide open like the super dome/ now they
taking your work and selling your work/ you in the dirt should of kept them guns
to skrit/ but them shits dont work if ya ass aint alert/ just cause you got a
strap dont mean you cant get murked/ layin blue like a smurf cause the shot like
dirk/ left you smoking like perp bleedin down in the dirt/ man the streets is a bitch
with an infected clit/ with a pretty ass face that'll get you split/ but we still
fuck with her cause we gotta get chips/ and even tho we wrong we still raw
in this bitch/ man we gotta get rich man we gotta get chips/ we gotta ride whips
and we gotta bang chicks/ and we gotta live nice gotta keep fresh kicks/
this is my life and as real as can get/ man i do it for them younggins who
aint never shit/ this for my niggaz in the jects thats trying to get rich/
this for the kids in the crib with the crack head momma/ daddy long gone
and they always stay in drama/ for the younggin thats out always shootin off
the lama/ staying in the court room lying to ya honor/ i do it for
the girls that was raped by they father/ with low self estem
this for the hustler with powder/ keep ya head up and mind right on the hour/
i do it for the struggle everybody bout a dollar/ i do it for my niggaz
snacthing niggaz out impalas/ i do it for the ones working hard up in college/
on the grind daily trying to build up they knowlegde/ i do it for ya'll dog and
i can never stop/ a 120 shots wouldnt stop my ice box/ no matter how
i fall i still rise to the top forever on the move till the day my heart stop

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