Lyrics:
on a nine-hour day
(No lunch, no brunch)
We sleep 8 hours away
(I'll munch something on the run, dear)
Work from 9 to 5 with 60 minutes off
(East side, west
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it
Scriptures hit
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it
Scriptures hit
might get cold But you were climate controlled in a song set at sixty-eight degrees
Sixty eight or sixty nine
Those years weren't just a moment in time
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
and fast
Lock up 8 niggs..kill up 10 pigs
??? and fuckas are ?altered? by a 2
Now what else can I do?
Fuck, fuck, fuck and plant my seeds
Leavin' kids in
it’s
Five point palm, your heart's gone, the method
Ten point program, outline the aesthetics
Eight Trigrams, decipher the dianetics
With sixty
Navigation lights, on
Strobes, on
Confirm three-eight-echo ready for departure
Hello again, this is now 129.4
129.4, it's to go
You may commence your
Navigation lights, on
Strobes, on
Confirm three-eight-echo ready for departure
Hello again, this is now 129.4
129.4, it's to go
You may commence your
We had a fo5 AK-47 AR-15 quick to let em fly
Let em die where they stood Str8 Hood's the Empire
Don't tell me a nigga lit Yeah I know I've been fire
When it's worth it, it's worth it
Like I just want him to say put on your shoes and be ready by 8
And like is that too much to ask for
Ayy
Put on ya
sung and recorded by the core 8 members, however a total of 26 feature across the entire album, with the ages ranging from 11 to 19
All profits
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
*
They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
the wickedest ting
Nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
Big money man' earn, the wickedest ting
Them boys aren't ready for
The wickedest ting
It's no long
the plans set
Yeah in the hood I remain
Megaman pet Flower Power
On top of that casket
See we rose for death but killin' our own
(chrome) nigga now that I'm
every room of the house
Yeah, they were 16 by 32 by 3/8" gypsum panels
And they were nailed to the 2x4's with 16" centers, say what
Let me tell you
the rest
Where ya been
I’m in it to win
Heat cocked back
With a devilish grin
And I swear by the hair on my chin
We gone win
Stay ready to put in
We thuggin
357 My brother i love ya
Scream 8 11 for my nigga bubble
Yo Homie turn cold you can’t think nothing of it
Acting like you gone be ready
on being a lap dancer
Yeah, you’re not ready, you black Somalian
You’re not ready
Don’t even open your mouth blud
Before you say something stupid and
You get
the right way
Set a good example, hard work'll get you paid
Any way that I can make it, best believe that I'ma take it
Cause I need you by my side and when
Ladies!
You're ready!
Put down! Your drinks
And report! To di dancefloor
For the lesson! at di teatcher
Set good now! Bend over
Let yah hands!
step round there on my j's
No ones better than me in this rap ting
Me and bro bro jus set that pace
Ready chased the bag now my legs dun ache
Babies mad
to see some friends of his
Who lived upon a farm.
Strange and gentle country folk
Who would wish nobody harm.
Fresh-cut sixty acres,
Eight cows in
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