Lyrics:
work I drop a Crab nigga with my Glock
And when 'em hollow points spits I make his heart stop
We Bloods is anybody killer when I'm watching my back
Everyday I sit beside you on the bus to Madison Avenue
Work in the big gray store with the revolving doors
You don't even know my name
I guess
it, felt it
Her skirt kitty cat looked fat I'm about to go to work
But I felt like a jerk, when I saw the tampax
Cause on the tube it'd be crude like
been learning to love in evening classes
Get a new man and go to work out with your sister
Talk in a bit, but this is it
I'm over it
I can't quit
veggie oil in the pan, goddamn
Fry the chicken with the ham, yes ma'am
Bought a biscuit with the jam
Twisting up another gram
Fuck, I'm late to work
You should not get what you have not earned
What I do from here is none of your concern
It didn't work, yeah I know it hurts
But it's gotta give
on a cover on Cross Bay Boulevard
Smaller tits and skinny framework
Tall, sharp hips and you're all in the same work
Giving me the sweet talk, walking
Ain't this it? ain't this reason to quit?
Find a rock go out let's get
Some work and change of dress
Where's a rain pipe that I can shimmy up
the innocent
The final work is done
Bloody corpse, bloody corpse
Bloody corpse, bloody corpse
I can't escape your lazy face
Buried in an ice cold grave
Captured
could live forever
And back when I was 87 and
My grandson had just turned eleven
My woman was dead
And my dogs were getting pretty old
My body didn't work
build that Brave New World
Take a job in an office, start low but proud
He could work all the hours
Hours the clock would allow
And he'd reach new
to wear a tie to church
And I can only get to Heaven through my works
I hate to tell you but you're full of shit
Earthly things mean nothing to eternal
The bell tower perhaps
And who knows, our Lord works in mysterious ways
Even this foul creature may yet prove one day to be
Of use to me
And Frollo
problem child
Care package incomplete
Control freaks of the industry rule
Number four thousand and
Eighty one too many children killed in school
Work away
will be holding me back
Blood work infections
Sickness between the lines you were crushed
Thrown to ground with no choice
To refuse the game think you’re
God e finish work (Eh eh eh eh eh)
Without you I go fit lose my mind
Without you I go fit fall and die
Without you I go give all my life
Without you
Spoken: I want to think you are my side
The world's work hasn't begun to be done
Some people hold on to life so tight
That they squeeze the life
down
There's a man with a wife and three children
Who's been told he can't work
There's a boy who's been
Told there's no future
He's been led by
hurtsI
Still put you first
And we'll make this thing work
But I think we should take it slow
We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
When they found you on the edge of the road
You had a pistol underneath your coat
But it all started back in '79
Your mother used to work from sunset
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Care about your
Painting and your poems - love's
Like that: caring, sharing
On our own forever
And you'll be there when I'm back from work
The jerks
When the stars align and the time is right, size up her grandma's ring
Work overtime, drop every dime on a house with a front porch swing
You better,
Lil' ho, I'm a boss, my bitch can't work a day-shift
I done see a lot of niggas move the wrong way 'til they stiff
This ho fallin' out for me, she know
our work here is done
We'll have our day in the sun
As without so within
All in perfect proportion
As within so without
Fucking around and finding out
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