Do What I Do (Explicit) - Scarface/Nas/Rick Ross/Z-RO

I am ghetto boy chillin'

Represent for the niggas in the hood and how they livin'

Heavy metal concealin'

Hustlin''til you touch a 9 to 5 of ** 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 niggas

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 niggas 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