Work
| Title | Work |
|---|---|
| Artist | Emay |
| Album | A.D.D. (Altered Dynamic Dimensions) |
| Release Date | 2008-02-25 |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | [Intro] This is addressed to people who Who have the intention to work And clearly if it is addressed to those people It is intended to be accepted and acted upon And this is emphasized by the final passage [Verse 1: Smif N Wessun] S-T what I represent, N-Y Hold it down for my peeps in the 'ville in Do or Die For the record let it be known - chrome for sale And any one of these niggas could blow your grill Show your skill - you want war? Hold your steel You want more? Unload techs, you all could feel Raw deal, you all peel, run for the hills Run for your shields, the battlefield's blastin at will [Verse 2: Smif N Wessun] Smoke Dawg you know my name I'll Be the same til the day that I'm laid down Niggas push me to the point's gotta spray rounds Takin shit like for a game, actin like clowns - always playin You ain't bustin off, just shootin the breeze Cause you scared of the repercussion after we squeeze You ain't been through what I did just to get where I'm at Streets where I rep and B-K where I be at [Verse 3: Prodigy] I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight rhyme P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin them Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight) Now here come the mack 10 You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower Rusty shank holder, we live this shit You might also like[Outro: Prodigy] We done seen it all, and been through it all yo Let y'all niggas know right now Word to mother, for real, for real That shit is the truth I'm not lyin |