Things We Do

Lyrics

[Intro] I know it's crazy Yeah Some of the things we do It's crazy Can't explain that shit though [Chorus] 2x Some of us break day stuck in the grind And some of us stick shit, lust in the shine Others past time getting drunk staying high And it's really hard to justify some of things we do [Verse One] I've seen the sun rise straining my eyes Chef and coke, addicts with the range habits loving every tote A package worth a hundred notes going up in smoke My motive was the love for what kept me from being broke Now I'm related to thеse street corners, dealеrs and fiends No rest, stuck in the grind, been up for a min Later adapt into the fast flow of Franklin's and Jackson's How I was making shit happen from making a transaction Thinking survival, deep in the cycle, hitting customers Marked money is trifle, known to be vital to hustlers So I exchanged those, scanning my strip For the D's in plainclothes Pushing tinted Intrepid's and Black Durango's Praising every package sold up on Janet Cole Cooking bread off page and major spenders had a code Was it greed, or the foul lust for crime developing? In my sleep on and wake up in the cell again Hear me out my nigga! [Chorus] 2x [Verse Two] Some of us thugs believe in black Berettas and gloves Face mask and blasting slugs Save cash in compartments where you stash your drugs Crashing clubs, carjacks and snatching dubs They believe all is fair and everything that's yours is theirs Same rules apply in all affairs Whether it be family or foe Or close friend hand 'em your dough Move too damn slow where them hammers go And some of us refuse to think it's our insanity though While on trial we praying in case some of us happened to blow Yet at times we feel this though I gotta take mine Cannon up on the waistline Never consider giving the state time Like, fuck it this one's for the money, two for the crooks Three for the countless victims who got it during the jooks Four the electric tape, ropes and torture And kidnappers in the slope recorders Cuz of the things we do [Chorus] 2x [Verse Three] Liquor bottles crack, niggas swallow yak while it's dripping Tip the bottle back inflict the bottle cap Laid out in puddles of booze Broke, missing one of their shoes Figured by sipping they can run from their blues Only to find when they're sobered up The same stress and problems that existed Before they sip and started throwing up Calling advice scripture of life Nights get 'em tight Arguments and fights with their wife Pints get 'em right Others past time dusted or blasting on some type of acid Got 'em believing the emotion of life is backwards While for some of us the ritual is philly's and dutches Peeling the shit that like stick when you touch Soon as you inhale it you love how your lungs pump it Some of us dump it, some of us pitch and hold a Rest on puncture, so pump this in memory of Felons we love, dead or alive in custody Cuz of the things we do [Chorus] 2x