Inspectah Deck - Do What U Gotta lyrics

Yeah, I ride til I blew wit the case, through the days Use the ways, n***as talk til they blue in the face Been struggling is nothing to me, come and see I get it in, like Kobe at the buzzer for three When I'm gone, better twenty one gun it Thousand dollar bottles pop One of the best that ever done it Broke nights dumbing with the dumbest Sporting the fourth floor I bought it from fiend for seven hundred New faces, screw facing n***as from a distance One time, wait to take a n***a through the system I ain't got time to play, I hit the globe on roam I'm still home a million miles away And I grind so my seeds could eat, sometimes I let my eyes close and I daydream of sleep And if I should die before I wake, then before my wake Hit my wifey off with all my cake Til then, I'mma live it up, pop corks and split a dutch Walking on the wild side, just to get a rush Y'all better get in touch, laws ain't sh** to us Every one I know is God, earth, King, crip or blood Little n***a listen up, I know you loving the life Of living it fly, so how you can't get enough Son said, who gives a f**, they see I'm making my bread Escaping the feds, so why should I give it up? Ain't nothing left to do but Throw myself down in these streets And if I feel like n***as test me I'm gon' reach out for my piece And I don't run from confrontation By myself, I keep it true When it comes down to getting paper I'm gon' do what I gotta do I seen million dollar n***as fall flat on they face Best friends, co-defendants, how you rat on your ace? Scramblers chase, the blood money's, hammers on waist Just to trick on the chick with the candles and lace Believe it, it's real, we all out, fiending for meals Food shot up on the block, left them bleeding there still Nothing worse than power in the hands of fools They play the game but they don't understand the rules Yo, you should understand the j**els I got my life on the line, there's a 50/50 chance to lose Aiyo, my dude, it's bigger than me but as the story go Why buy the cow when you get it for free To make a living, it's either d**h or state prison Deck just ain't quitting, either rep or stay hidden Y'all know the motto, hollow points follow you home Al Capone cats, swallow the chrome You get blown back out of your zone, like pow to the dome So watch your mouth, kid, mind on your tone Son I ate with the greatest, stayed with the latest Eye for an eye, boss, ain't with the favors I laid where they murk all day, broad day I said flames will disperse y'all way, y'all play Deep inside the game, wise guys die for they name While the organized mind, stay quietly paid Ain't nothing left to do but Throw myself down in these streets And if I feel like n***as test me I'm gon' reach out for my piece And I don't run from confrontation By myself, I keep it true When it comes down to getting paper I'm gon' do what I gotta do Do what u gotta do Do, do what u gotta do