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Sell, Sell, Sell (David Gray) · Sell, Sell, Sell (David Gray) · State of the Union [Union Local 2112] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Some Great Reward [Rhino US CD/DVD] (Depeche Mode) · No Reward (Black Train Jack) · No Reward (Black Train Jack) · Some Great Reward (Depeche Mode) · Some Great Reward (Depeche Mode) · Some Great Reward (Depeche Mode) · Don't Sell Your Soul/Mike James Kirkland (Mike James Kirkland) – and 90 other albums »

There life is shit, shit
My life is full of it, ball
Your life is bright, cry
Your life is hell, hell

I'm gonna die
Start a new union
the leader of the union now 

Leader of the union 

All of our questions he ignored 

He washed his hands and he 

dreamed of his reward 

A seat in
When it costs too much to build it at home
You just build it cheaper someplace else

Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the USA
a miner and one more is found
Killed by accident no one can tell
Your mining's all over, poor miner, farewell.

Dad worked like a Trojan his money
I work for the Union Pike,
Out on the Western Line.
I found Uncle Sean in Denver,
And he and his wife are fine.
They send their best,
And like
what you wish to sell.
There is no heaven without a hell.

In your mind's eye could you truly believe,
That by giving you can save your soul,
Could you
No money for a funeral.
'Til you sell your story out to the world.
Hoods up, knifes out,
"Protect ya neck"
With no remorse and no respect.
And for
will outlast cash 
You get respect by bein creative 
And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality 
In other words, if you ain't a gangsta
by cutting off my tail.

I cannot tell you when I am thirsty, so give me clean, cool water often. Save me, by all means in your power from that fatal
the force of a gat throttle
I live by 'you put it out, we get it back' motto
Hey, but who around but just your average reproduction, love
Rap is gettin' lose
Pull up to the trap while on the phone with Jamarlo
Percielago, new Camaro open full throttle
Buying pints, check the seal, it's a full bottle
thing in throttle
For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe
So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow
'cause this shit'll never
with hot models and rock throttles

I guess your motto is I'm a desperado
Leave {HA!) alone, end up like Castellano
Believe me, she flap her gums
screwed, by the system and a stiff one 

mental swollen and your manhood stolen 

wrecked and got dugout for the price of gold 


Cause all that gettin-fucked-all-over-shit played out with lotto 

Fuckin erase and ease off the throttle 

Before I bust you in your shit

Cause all that gettin-fucked-all-over-shit played out with lotto 

Fuckin erase and ease off the throttle 

Before I bust you in your shit
ye if yer late,
When we have to push the boat out on a spring tide.
Now ye could die and hope for Heaven, but ye'd need to work your shift,
And I'd
motherfucking animal
Gasoline around your residence cause it's flammable
Genocide, I get banned on that, I stand on that
You'll catch me by surprise baby cause I
hella slow in a yellow Marinello
Lookin for who sells shelltoes that I could match with my silk robe
I'm like Hugh Heffner at 26 years old, with clear
Destination enemy's camp, takin it back by the sword
My reward, to be free from misery to see victory
Defeatin the enemy wit my armory
[Shalom] How is your
gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny
Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
while my vogues burn, up and down the street
Got 'em by the ears
Walk behind the fields
All their dreams reflect your fears
Ain't nothin' else but pull the belt
Spread the wealth but who dust
years tryin' to deny it

I'm from where they cut your hands off if you make a fist
And niggas throw 'coca cause the job market doesn't exist
Except slave