Do What I Do Lyrics - Deeply Rooted - Scarface

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 drug dealin' 

It don't matter how I get it, I got it, fuck feelings 

I don't have none, I'm 'bout my paper, nigga, ask 'em 

Don't get confused on how the cash come 

Never, by any means necessary better 

Get up off your ass 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, fuck the deal 

I survived the game of life, nigga, fuck some skills 

Crossin' me, get in the way, this pussy must get killed 

I'm alive, he came, he bust 'til he left 

I would have made for sure I was dead and fuck yourself 

Yeah, cause now I'm at his ass with a vengeance 

Blood in, blood out from the beginning to the ending 

Real shit bein' spit, know your limits 

It's best you mind your mothafuckin' business 

If you ain't in it 

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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 

Fuck 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 

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I was all alone, car full of niggas 

How'd I get here? Car full of hittas 

I was rollin' weed, 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 shit should be illegal 

Selassie eye in the ghost, thousand bales of that diesel 

Lord, go toe to toe with any pussy boy 

Fuck, 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 nigga 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 

Fuck 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 fuck 

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 fuckin' set up 

The Aztec, almac, 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 

Fuck 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