Lyrics:
boy if you walked in my shoes
Couldn't handle half of what I been through
Work... Play... Unleash
Work... Play... Release
Tonight I wanna let go
Time
your blessing on Zion
Build up the walls of your church
Give us right sacrifices
Redeem all our work
Release your blessing on Zion
We know you heal all
God damn that's a bad one
Shawty drop dead gorgeous
A nigga pulled another one
Man I put the work on the streets
Man I put the work, release
Man I put
in them prisons
(Uh oo oh)
The niggas on work release came out and got it every trip I make 150 profit
(On my mama)
We took em 4 ounces of mid for 400
guns under the seat
And my nigga just came home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just
the seat
And my nigga just came home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just don't care)
Yeah,
the feet
All work and no release
All work and no relief
All work and no release
All work and no relief
Constantly wearing me down Constantly tired
No work release, purple M3's and jet skis
Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
I'd let Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse fiends
No work release, purple M3's and jet skis
Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
I'd let Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse fiends
another case about the wrong path
(Slick Rick)
Yo, what's the word, kid?!
Tell you bout a brother named Sid
Got work release after doing
And it's back on the streets
Ring Well, that's the bell
I'm on work release
So I'm headed back to jail
Got a way of corruptin' the misfit's
So I'm spreadin'
wasn't down with it
? want to go and hit something
Be off work release even if you get caught with weed in yo system
Be up north quick, since we
Hercules
Tryin to get out early on work release
Prayin the system work with me
'Cause I ain't tryin to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my
Hercules
Tryin to get out early on work release
Prayin the system work with me
'Cause I ain't tryin to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my
guns under the seat
And my nigga just came home from work, release
Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
(Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just
another case about the wrong path
(Slick Rick)
Yo, what's the word, kid?!
Tell you bout a brother named Sid
Got work release after doing
from work, release
Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air
(Nigga, pass that shit like you just don't care)
Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns
a Nigga worst than me/I'M tryna die on this earth in peace// I came from being on work release/ Now the police work for me/ I told her we can pop a Perc
remain calm
Rock and stay green, sippin on Don
Arabic link, Cartier on the arm
Nigga fresh off work release, Hercules
Nigga fuck the deez, we blazin trees
the shell-top Adidas
The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm
Rocking state greens, sippin on Dom
Arabic link, Cartier on the arm
Nigga fresh off work release
shocked blind
Smoke break, breathes snow, sniff, sneeze, and lines
Any work release isn't true
An egghead will break their mantra and convert to awful
man
We on work release
We squaded up
We going to start a scene
We young and dumb and we runnin' wild on these city streets
Spirits flowing while
Martin Luther King Islam Rodney King
Two to four work release time in the bang
Big guns lawyers dirty cops naked in the box
Puerto Ricans, Africans,
a staircase a scare face was lookin'
Wallet got tooken
Free from the work release Donna kept bookin'
Brooklyn bound, with the sound
Hop the turnstiles
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