the work Then they throw us in jail, ayy Won't trip yeah, I'm trafficin' in the white Please Lord don't Let me go to jail tonight, yeah Who me? I'm
hole in my heart My soul is bleeding I need to free my mind And see what I'm feelin' 'Cause lord knows Lord knows Tired, tired of the way he treats me
to work hard everyday Taught that if you can't say something good There's nothing good to say And I caught on pretty early It's no use to work no harder
that ain't funny Now Granny's work will never be done 'Cause everybody's tryin' to get filthy rich Off of somebody else's money Hey, me and my friends
to work hard everyday thought that if you can't say something good there's nothing good to say and I caught on pretty early It's no use to work no
bear witness "Like any deadly disease, it has infected many men From the east, west, north, and south, gangsta rap is now Alive, God forgive me, God forgive me
fool look at me Just the kinda nigga you'd like to hang from a tree But all you KKK type grave diggers Ease back fool 'cause I'm a trigger nigga I work
by the F.B.I. for transport of Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders No, they can't give me no time, cause it's my rhyme Everlast, get funky for me
a better view Oh Lord help me, it was you Didn't love me I ain't no fool Didn't love me No, no, no, no Love, love you let me down Making this too easy
to be great While working on my mistakes You promise that's change I'm doing the same thing Dear Mr.Obama I'm hoping that this letter reaches you in good spirits Lord
should (Dear Father) Won't you leave me alone (Dear Father) Won't you let me go home (Dear Father) I don't think I could see (Dear Father) Lord, they'd crucify me
[Pharrell chorus] Yeah, mami you miss me don't you? Haters wish you could hit me don't you? Heh, you should call me Uncle I understand I'm back by popular
with me, come an' dance with me baby Dance with me, make romance with me baby Dance with me, come an' dance with me baby Dance with me, make romance with me
I want Feel so good Gimme, gimme my thing Gimme, gimme my thing Gimme, gimme my thing Baby, just gimme some more Squeeze me, hold me, roll me Make me, make me scream Make me
land (rebel), We've been trampled on (rebel), Oh now! (we've been oppressed, yeah!) Lord, Lord, go to ... [*Sleeve notes continue: Now we know everything we got to rebel Somebody got to pay for the work
on the wheel hopin' God will lead me my way and I know he real so my grandma say what I feel a sweat from the sun cause I work construction I gotta take
my screams Plus the Lord's the only person I let see me on my knees I don't wanna hear myself, turn me off, don't turn me up And they kick you when you
Lord, You control me I used to try and predict my future But it used to only stress me out Lord, that was one of my biggest blessin's To get born and