Lyrics:
bear in memory
Keep this password in your mind
God provides for every worker
When in union, they combine
Then by honest weight, we labor
Union miners
at the church services
Not a holy man but I'm moral in my perverseness
So I support the sex workers unionizing their services
You say that you don't love me
People look yah, Nayomi a whore an har puppa a preacher
Mi get fi understand di gal a witchcraft worker
She obeah her mother and guh tek di stepfather
signaled for my workers, to bring in all the dope
I can feel the bust and sure enough in comes the 5-0
Niggaz stayed relaxed but they was friskin niggaz up
so I'm standing in the county line
Chorus
Verse Three:
I'm sittin' at a desk talking to a social worker
She thinks I'm a fool but I know that I can
long, baby loves to run
She counts out all her money
In the taxi on the way to meet her plane
And stares hopeful out the window
At the workers
forgive me for my youthful folly.
But what will me social worker say,
If I don't come home today?
He'll give me a clout!
What if they don't let me
those poor boys run
We took some cement and walled that cave up
Where you killed those thirteen children inside
I said, "God bless the Mine Workers
starts,
Alright then love so I'll be off now
It's back to the lunchbox and worker management rows
There's gotta be more to this old life than this
swords--
When she discovered her youngest, like(d) Lenin, (her pet lamb liked Lenin)
Had(and?) sold the Daily Worker near the House of Lords. (and)
Her
Like construction workers in Timbs, and plus they two box
Two glocks incase I gotta bump a few cops off
You know how we do in Staten Island, this is
of decision
The only doctrine, supernatural circumcision
Inwardly, only water can purge the heart
From words to fiery darts
Thrown by the workers of the arts
one of them old construction workers
But the boy can sing though, good thing he can sing
worker working on a home
Might be living in a mansion, you might live in a dome
You may own guns, you may even own tanks
You may be somebody's landlord,
The tear jerker
You be that miracle worker
Whose miracle just ran out
I think it's time you pan out
Or just plain fade, 'cause yo you played
We 'bout
horors that are true but see cats like you
Y'all fake joints just tyo get a woo-woo
The tear jerker
You be that miracle worker
Whose miracle just ran out
I
Grand Puba Nubian co-workers (Hah)
Specialise in music, these cats'll never lose it (Huh)
Time for some action for your satisfaction (Hah)
Stackin
long, baby loves to run
She counts out all her money
In the taxi on the way to meet her plane
And stares hopeful out the window
At the workers
shit don't even make no fucking sense
Like having fuckin' arguments for payin' 50 extra cents for barbecue
Saucing on the workers at McDonald's
I
Momma, gave me the game and for Mother's Day, I spent a million and a half for you at Prive
And you the owner, I'm a worker, this shit yours do what you
right there, yeah right there
Two workers, one pitbull, cocaine and a hundred thousand in there
We too breezy in this shit, too easy
It's Christmas time,
but I got sight
Like a destruction worker, when it's time to build
Get off like Sam Jack' in it's "Time to Kill"
In perseverance I'm a find
the purpose isn't cruel
And the workers in the pulpit want they blessings to improve
And they stone me on the cross and niggas stone me for the ooh's
Now that the weekend's done
I'm tryin' to sleep in some(All night all day)
Hey yo this song's for the strong
Not for the backboneless
Workers who
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