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W-4

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Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop underground hip-hop political

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[intro sample vocals from "American Pimp"]
So much shit goes on it makes me doubt about a God -- you know, makes me ask
well if there is a God then why am I in the situation that I`m in?
Or why is my family going through certain situations
when I don`t think that they deserve it nah mean?
Or why do good people suffer so much and bad people prosper so much?

[sample fades out as instrumental comes in]

[lighter sparking]

Yo
Goin out...we light this J up right here...for all the hard working folk
cross this country, cross the world
For everybody on the grind everyday 9 to 5, 8 to 12 -- you know how we do it
Hand to hand, whateva...
Yo, yo..

[Chorus - singing]
I been working all my life but ain`t got nothin` to show
I ain`t tellin` you nothing you don`t already know
I been working all my life but ain`t got nothin` to show
Like this world just don`t want us to groooow

I been working all my life but ain`t got nothin` to show
I ain`t tellin` you nothing you don`t already know
I been working all my life but ain`t got nothin` to show
Wanna run up in tha white house and kick in tha do` ohhhhh

[Verse 1]
What a nigga gonna eat when the refrigerator empty?
Work all week let the bossman pimp me?
Can`t pay no rent till the 15th
Landlord call the police to evict me
Lookin for a job in the want ads
Have you ever been to jail? Know they gone ask
Ever took a piss test that you didn`t pass?
In between jobs in the past? How you get cash?
I done worked over hot ass stoves
I done picked up trash off roads
Winter time in the streets and the cold
Many times had to sleep in my clothes on the flo`
What you know bout bein` po` seein` most of yo kinfolk be on dope?
Ain`t nobody in the hood got no hope in this fucked up system and that`s why we don`t vote
Still payin niggaz 4.25 - How the fuck we supposed to survive?
I`m close to the edge, government takin most of my bread
in taxes might as well have this close to my head
Make a nigga wanna wild out
runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK!
GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH!

[Chorus]

Puttin` on my uniform, just a number on a W-4 form..

[Verse 2]
See where I`m from it`s a few ways out
either rappin or sports either dope or the casket
You can work to the bone but don`t put all yo eggs in one basket
We don`t never get a piece of the pie
Work 50 years, retire then die
Stay po`, rich folks is the criminal
but you don`t wanna hear me tho` so
thank God it`s friday, ain`t it what we live fo`?
Nigga gotta get up out the plantation
Same job that my pop had before me
Imma pass it down to my seed fucked up situation
Make a nigga wanna wild out
runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK!
GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH!

[Chorus]

My J-O-Beeee
is just like a plantation
they owe meeee
but got me fillin` out this application

My J-O-Beeee
is just like a plantation
they owe meeee
and got me fillin` out this application

[song fades]

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