Lyrics:
touch is gold
Out here in the field touch and go touch and go
Recognize yo power my nigga
Yes ok
I figured out how to work the system
I figured out how
J! Forces!
Timberland step with the bosses
Four! Courses!
Up in the Stu where the sauce is
Aye! Otis, too much paper the office
Aye! Losses, even
to the office I'm bossin' for real
Out in the field and I'm deskin the deals
Don't give a fuck how you wankstas feel
Make ya heart skip a beat like Shareef O'Neal
cops
Always be posted on block
We playing center or center field
Make it a highlight
Do it for love not the limelight
Make it a highlight
Do it for love
Death is calling
Death is coming
Madness in the dark
Death is calling
Death is coming
In the fields of darkness
I‘m standing in the fields
being able to feel
Sitting up in a office ain't the way I want to live
Hoping that all my niggas can make it up out that field
Don't forget and don't
you snug and warm
Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest
We walked across the fields to see the children of the West
But we saw
you snug and warm
Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest
We walked across the fields to see the children of the West
But we saw
you snug and warm
Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest
We walked across the fields to see the children of the West
But we saw
mobile
No fit Dey go office load file
Nigga just send me the profile
My nigga go load am in to time
No Dey put mouth for hustle e get why
Put mouth for
of when enough is enough
Now Leon McDuff has worked on his daddy's farm everyday since the day that he was born
Plowing in the fields and hoeing in
the judge of when enough is enough
Now Leon McDuff has worked on his daddy's farm everyday
since the day that he was born
Plowing in the fields and hoeing
field there. Now the impact can be felt as far away as downtown Kansas City with tremors felt in high rise office buildings.
The eyewitness reports are
for that Benz pulled into they office
In reality you hit them weights, more than them books
Slack in any two and watch your position get took
Second
Lights on the field
We been gettin' used to rollin' dice on the field
Money over everything that life in the field
Police come around that's why I
sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don't know
fire in a field of cane
Your feelin hot and wet like a monsoon rain
You gotta sweat it out on board the rhythm train
White shirt, collar frayed
Just one
Smash on the gas, kick a bitch to the curb
House in the hills, thousands and mills
Getting wild in the field with your spouse in brazil
On ounces
the field, or just number seven kneelin (No cap)
Bout to spit some fuckin rounds in a minute
I be gone in the war, It be all I be livin’
Cause I gotta be
Gotta Come Through Looking flawless
Coz there's no 9 to 5 at the office
Just a couple bags that we running to deposit
Got a lot of skeletons hidden
Run in yo office hunnid niggas deep like pay me
I'ma rapper without a deal
I'ma hustler without a mill
How you a shooter without a kill
Run it up on me,
C is for that cash we go get it til we got it
E is for that everybody everybody watching
O is for my office cause I saw yo lil bitch looking (yea)
to the post-office
But he's stopping by the market to pick him up some fruit
In the bustling of the town, he picks out a crate of oranges
Two cents a pound- and takes
this
Give em’ their daily dose of celebrity gossip
Government held hostage, we kick the worst out of office
But at the core, it remains rotten regardless
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