Lyrics:
Steady on the grind
Workin' like I'm never finished I ain't master p, but workin' like it's new no limit, Smokin' trees, to me is healthy just like
windows
Fix it with a plastic sheet
I got tired of workin' for nothin'
Workin' every day
Bills made me a poor man
But I found a better way
I just built
and get applauded by the artists you adore
And I still, get on and murk ‘em
Drop a verse they can’t rehearse
Ain’t no disturbance when I’m working
Hit
And Ima make it man
I want my own fat crib
And like 100 bands
For every show I do
And every chick I slam
I been workin days
I been workin nights
Fuck
know.
He was just a humble workin' man,
Workin' with his hands.
A stone cutter and a carpenter,
But he took a mighty stand,
He said,
gas just to keep me on my pivot man
I gave out all my love, but these lil' bitches couldn't give a damn
I wont say I'm a thug, but I be spinnin' like
For the ones, ayy
Man, this is for the ones, ayy
Ayy, for the ones, ayy
This is for the, this is for the
Not a tattle tale, story that I tell
See, I
gon' be alright
Beef at 6, he dead by 6 o'clock, on the dot that night
Ain't easy where I'm at, why? Stick up man, he love that shit
Go to jail, she fuck
gon' be alright
Beef at 6, he dead by 6 o'clock, on the dot that night
Ain't easy where I'm at, why? Stick up man, he love that shit
Go to jail, she fuck
Try to make us all live by
We don't need no man's religion (Religion)
'Cause we've already been set free
(yeah, set-set free)
And if you wanted war now
hand, think he know me or sum
They tried count me out, bitch know I'm the one
I'm only 15, but I had me a son (On God)
You live by the gun, man, then die
Like the hands on the clock all around we workin
You can tell by the look on our face it's urgent (Urgent)
The way that we move and the pace it's urgent
trapped by her spell babygirl you so dangerous
You move it so well how you workin them curves saved by the bell I just sit and observe
Right now I feel I
slight... Blue Westbrook Puntang party life
One more night than I'm on my flight but bumping into shorty jive had me siced
The way she put in that work,in
Quen
Wanna get that ass
Wanna get that shit
Crazy bitch grindin' all on my dick
Oh, she got a mans? That boy a lick
Pull up, spray, let the blick
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot
In the Caribbean by providence impoverished
Success is a lonely road and I ain't got no friends
Workin' harder every day it seems it has no end
Constantly remindin' myself that I am just a man
But
man
I can never ever change, man
God, you made me solid no matter the circumstances
I can never change up
Walk by faith and not by sight
But I can't let
b'y|To be just like his dirty old man|He's gone workin on the coal boat b'y|To be just like his dirty old man||Well I left Cape Breton on the coal boat for
the Lord and the law and the workin' man
We could use a little peace and satisfaction
Some good people up front to take the lead
A little less talk
Workin', 800 in a bag, you ain't worth it
Heard you dropped out of school, was you workin'? (She workin')
No climax from your man? He ain't worth it
One of a kind, verbal the mind wreck shop
Permanent kind, urgent to climb, pressed up
Insertin the rhyme, it's workin on time, yessir
One
[Master P talking]
Yo, yo, yo man let me tell ya bout this girl I met man
(Another watoosie lookin' bitch, huh man)
Nah man, I'm tellin' you
(Another
gotta stay fly (fly, fly)
Workin' twice as hard just to get by
Gotta hustle hard, grindin' every day
Chasing paper, tryna make a way (yeah, yeah)
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