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G-Shit

Tony Yayo

Thoughts of a Predicate Felon [Bonus Track]

2005

on your strip, that's that G shit
G-G-G Unit
You got your bitch movin' bricks, that's that G shit
G-G-G Unit

You takin' out of town trips, that's that G

What Son What

Funkmaster Flex

The Perfect Desert Storm

2000

[Noreaga - talking]
Lets keep it grimy! (get with that shit)
What y'all niggaz get man?
What y'all gets murder unit (murder unit)
Or burn unit (burn

Thirty two a unit, that’s exotic, yeah, we taxin’
Smokin on a plane in the clouds like a Jet Blue 
Checkin’ all the bags like it’s Hartsfield-Jackson

abortion
Tossed and forced to prostitution 9
11 distorted the law's proportion
We was one unit (word) 
Now we back to bein' monkeys in mosh pit's
Drama

an hour ain't cutting it
You can be the worker, but I'm tryna be the boss
I'm mostly on my humble, but sometimes I wanna floss
And get that guap that my 9

on the strip'll make a soldier
S'why kids are pullin' arms out like a dislocated shoulder
It's too berserk (So mad)
I've seen the blood stains on the road where

with Xanax 
And some lukewarm oatmeal
For the newborn



Blue-collar worker
Stay at home mother
When everyone out there
Is kissing each other

You're just antagonising me
when I'm trying to do my job
No Wait!  You're in the cooler with the other slobs 

It's just a walk I was on
Workers Unite

Car Fulla White Boys

Haystak

Car Fulla White Boys [Street Flavor]

2000

(Your hardcore!) absolutely
Take it across your face with a nickel-plated
I think my dog just got dislocated

[Chorus]
It's on for tonight boy (Car

Bitterly unruly on mud hugger alert
He usher dirt to the kick circus
Deflected labor ethic questions peeled
At the field workers
(Is it raw?) Please does

hundred niggas to get myself on
i still got dem units nigga hit me on my phone
i aint need sean carter i mix wit da water
give dat shit a turn around den

workers
If you ask me you're just taking up space
I won't hesitate to smack fire out your face

I get to creepin' and to crawlin'
Shell cases get to fallin'

Why Must I

State Property

State Property

2001

crack like rap
And I move them units
And the way I tuck paper niggas thought I was Jewish
Had the fiends snortin' blow like the K-9 unit
And I finally

bro I'm a sex worker
I'm top tier
Lyrical biblical preacher
I go to hell for oxygen I breath fire
Been a minute since I put on a Rollie
But I still got

on the floor
Slides shorts hoodie probably thought that I was poor
Bumbag gutted to the waist pass the torch
So i can prove to these workers i can cop

hand
Or look me in the eye as he doles out his plan
Just follow all your dreams and don't become a worker drone
But one day you will need a 9-5 to buy

I had cut niggaz off
Cant be a worker when you think you A boss
But don't understand the magnitude of A loss
Had cut niggaz off
Cant be a worker when

streets where pot holes is deep and Tahoes creep like TLC
Hospital workers in scrubs with no PPE
But they got money for riot gear, my nigga, we dying

workers in scrubs with no PPE
But they got money for riot gear, my nigga, we dying here, yeah
You tell me not to move with my gun
But we got more funeral

upon the prejudices of the
Time and the place
So, Chinese workers on the Western Front
That dug trenches and then
Filled in the graves and made their way

Freeze

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

drooling mess. Bitterly unruly on mud hugger alert, he usher dirt to the kick circus. Deflected labor ethic questions peeled at the field workers. Is it raw?

and the Lynch Mob
Cam Threat, WC and the Mad Circle
P.E., them down fools workers, street military

My nigga Kool Rod, my nigga Stick, Naughty by Nature
Cypress

care if I died
Until i saw another worker getting buried alive
It was scary especially when they bombed us at night
Fighting a fire right in the middle

to one I refute it
Stay raw and don't substitute it
It aint stepped on fam it aint booted
I let the workers pollute it

Chorus
I tell this Apprentice