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Sex workers paying for they daughters by slanging WOOP WOOP
(That's just life though) yeah that shit'll keep you humble
My homie almost beat his
bought stainless
Got the AP and the stainless
One for causal, one for haters (grrah)
Hunch
We got workers with no papers
If the police run up in here
to separate the
Workers from the bosses (yeah)
The niggas who be doin’ it
And the niggas who just talkin’ (Talkin’)
The niggas who be bullshittin’
Undies still following
Worker bagged the square
Now that nigga's vomiting (Ugh)
Hit him up with hollow tips
Now I need a holiday (Gone)
And them niggas
I told my fiends the worker's new he does not know the rules
I need a full report if he falls asleep I move stupid-lah
I feel depressed sometimes I
A worker just a worker, so tell me where the all the coka at
It's that wise older brother, the murderous raspy voice
They waiting for what I spit, MCs
inside
But just in case I'll soak my legs in the deepest pollen vats and then
Transform worker to drone
I'll dig the biggest hole
Die all alone
get me my product
Before we chop off your hands for worker's misconduct
I got the power to shoot a copper, and not get charged
And it would be sad
a better world because of you
Joe's a highway worker
I saw him today when I drove by and the sun was hot
A hundred degrees on that blacktop sweatin'
and round
Round and around
Sell your soul at cost
Buy the bar another round
Make yourself the boss
Pay your worker's shit and tax the ground
'Cause
The workers started at 6:30 in the morning
They got up bright and early to fix the roof next door and
Workers climbed, hammers chimed, pounding
you'll see your judgment day
Many will say - did we not toil in your NAME
Depart from me - workers of lawlessness
Depart from me - I never knew you
on the cross; for the worker who was lost
Let us hope for days when sorrow as glory will be
Just as sweet a memory
He who lost can always hope for better
the cheapest, greenest marijauna
Help me sew up each and every corner
My workers sold weed, my other workers sold boy
I'm tryin to flip that new fansome Rolls
we are the workers united labouring for the fuck machine victimized but not defeated, no just think that they sustain the motion I will not pretend
gone
My worker fell asleep, I had to tell him, "Wake up"
My other worker only do the re's, he worked his way up
Painkillers 'cause my problems, they
delinquency is a social disease
Ew, Diesel, you got a social disease?
Bring him to a social worker
Wait, can I catch it by touchin' him?
Dear-
that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air, of that purple
I'ma boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make me hurt you
You want
what the Dread won't know won't hurt
Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?
It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers'
Life interceptor,
right
And havin' one of my co-workers say "Yo you look just like
This kid I seen in the old Busta Rhymes video the other night"
Well easy come, easy go
her lit)
Man, I feel like Tha Carter, really rich (really rich)
Keep it real, 100, I could never switch
You just a worker, the boss in this bitch
give me brain
In the 'Llac, give me neck
One check, high heels, pay the bills
Got her ass out of debt
She's a worker, not a quitter
Skeeter,
I'm a hard worker, I'm far from the boss
So when it's said and done, I'm owning it all
I know you think it's just rap
Just this, just that, haha
disrespect me black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air, of that purple
Ima boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make
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