Job, they say I should get one so I got one, and it SUCKS like this food and these people well they say we're all equal, just look around I die 9 to 5 and it's true, WOAH OH, OH I look just like you
The windows dirty the mattress stinks This ain't no place to be a man Ain't got no future, ain't got no past And I don't think I ever can The floor is filthy the walls are thin The wind is howling in
The window's dirty The matress stinks This ain't no place to be a man Ain't got no future Ain't got no past And I don't think I ever can. The floor is filthy The walls are thin The wind in howling in
Welcome to the Hell Hole The only escape is to die And the truth you believe, tell lies To ya eyes Competition I disinagrate, if you another wack I hate one I tie you down to a hot spike table You ai
This ain't no place to be a man I ain't got no future, I ain't got no past And I don't think I ever can The floor is filthy, the walls are thin The wind is howling in my face The rats are peeling, I'
In five out of six is your life Pray for luck to be on your side You play and you play till one gets tossed away But the hand, still points, to you To start all over Beg me for your life J
You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock Fuck wit the Wu we bustin' ya whole snot box Throw ya right ear to ya bitch up in a zip lock Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop Here's somethi
The poor man he had no dreams, had no vices all he had was himself. Spent his days walking around, thinking of things to do with his time. It's like a dream when I wake and scream. I'm lost and alone
It's another napalm night In downtown Babylon The contract for blood Ain't worth the paper that it's on To the dark side of the road Where the junkies prey and die It's a one way ticket On a slow deat
[** feat. Sunz of Man:] [Intro: Killah Priest] Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah* Uh, uh-uh, uh, S.O.M., baby It's that time, for the shorties Yeah, yeah, power to the music Word up, 2000, one time [Killah
Drinking Coca-Cola all night Ooh baby, wanna get in a fight Breaking glass bottles is oh so fun Let's go and kill someone Living in this city, I get so bored Wanna kill myself on a telephone cord I gu
(Intro: Hell Razah) Freedom of Speech, Article One G.G.O., Sun of Man, Rabbi Razah, do the Knowledge (Hell Razah) Daddy was a gangsta, mommy was a hustler But she fell in love with him, made me a hus
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