1.Work Hard
The Game
Work Hard lyrics
Send 'Work Hard' Ringtone to your Cell
(feat. Get Low, JT)
Get Low Records motherfucker
Bringin the best to the table
Bluechip, Nina B, {？}, what it is
JT Get Low motherfucker that's what it is motherfucker
Yeah, who fuckin with us nigga
Now (what goes around comes around)
I'm puttin this clique up nigga against all you niggaz
Now get it right
Hey yo, this is where I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the
niggaz
That sell weight, hammer close behind me like when you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
Been reignin／rainin since ninety-six now it's time for the
thunder
In your mind you can blame me but open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of office you're softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out shook
Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {？} some rejects
Even though we make the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, that was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm beggin to be
And don't nobody write, what I'm spittin but me
Nina B
We 'bout to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
We 'bout to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
Underground with it, poppin collars now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns down
Put yo' knuckles up, catch you slippin dawg
That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to ball
For years niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef？ Yo the burner's in the lobby stashed
Get your crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get punked
Save your lil' craps homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the bottom
Most 'em hate to spit with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just like Baskin ＆ Robbins
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death
That you gonna be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While starvin artists is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the
deally
So turn the music up and roll a Philly
Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't trippin while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, it's time to expand
Comin with hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans
You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry
None of my niggaz on the corner never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs like Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed half the city owe me
My shipment too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't even trippin mayne my pockets never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and Grants stick together like
Boys in tough weather makin noise forever, ahhhh
Yeah mayne, it's real shit nigga and we independent nigga
Fuck what'chu heard dawg, independent is where the money is at
nigga
Fuck all your major labels nigga, that's what it is
Send 'Work Hard' Ringtone to your Cell
2.Blacksox
JT the bigga figga)
Another G-man stand production the originator of the 808 shit in
the Bay area you got your boy JT the bigga figga thuggin it out
wit my young nigga the Game and the homie Bluechip Blacksox oh
boy! hooked up wit Gelo records puttin this shit together my
nigga! It aint a nigga in the game that can hold me down i've
been independant forever so they know me now and i'm the cat
they need to find when they wanan get found you want to get your
paper right you gotta study my grind i'm like rush and crush foo
for nigga that bust move right out the tuck 2's bullys that bust
dudes aint no beefin for briefcase just beefin for beef for
beefs sake we round cats up to beat em in a street race we count
paper up to make a nigga change his plans they underweight so
they aint gettin off they're grams they mad at my boys 'cause we
trappin em in they make 20 then a feed wont tend thats the rules
Getlow play by the Block boys stay hi the california stock with
cake buy
thats the rules Getlow play by the Block boys stay hi the
california stock with cake buy
Chorus：
(Bluechip)
It's the Blacksox doing a joint together the whole world stoppin
to listen old breakers pop lockin and listenin white boys head
boppin and 6's niggas boxes in prison shit bang herd like a
congical visit and the game aint big enough for nigga move over
matta fact move out we takin ova they boys is comin and they
aimin straight for the neck the B L - A C K - S OX
YO, Yo, Well it's the B. L. you know the rest wanted by the Feds
hated by the ATF you can catch me at the Yukon-N two dykes
swallwin gin Shorty sucked me out of my tims my bad that's your
wife？ Fuck your life anyway I heard you workin for vice you
ain't real man you hide behind ice youse an imposter snatch him
offa the roster always live by the rule get dough or die tryin
hard coatin in the shinin pass the buck now im back and bettin
if beef was a race man my 2 gonna finish never been the loud
mouth type sugar cane of this rap shit south ball when the Mac
spit listen rookie don't make me mad boy or you'll be like Big a
dead Bad Boy.
Chorus：
It's the Blacksox doing a joint together the whole world stoppin
to listen old breakers pop lockin and listenin white boys head
boppin and 6's niggas boxes in prison shit bang herd like a
congical visit and the game aint big enough for nigga move over
matta fact move out we takin ova they boys is comin and they
aimin straight for the neck the B L - A C K - S OX
(JT the bigga figga)
Niggas think they got the Game sold yeah right I'm air tight
fresh in the air nikes if the navi outside I might be there
black hoodie black nine black wifey airs rock guns like caddy
trucks keep a spare you seen the lump under the iceberg fleece
and yeah and when the beef cook I'll put the heat to your head
if you see a white truck that means your sheets is there then im
goin goin back back to the block to dump the bucket and jump in
the truck niggas know im good with the glock they call me Chuck
Hurnes 'cause if the game on lock im callin the shots I wear a
shiny shoot for a minute like I'm the Lox they get gangsta when
I swap meat bag in the Jordan box and when I die bury me with
the glock and a bucket of shells in case niggas want drama in
hell!
Chorus：
It's the Blacksox doing a joint together the whole world stoppin
to listen old breakers pop lockin and listenin white boys head
boppin and 6's niggas boxes in prison shit bang herd like a
congical visit and the game aint big enough for nigga move over
matta fact move out we takin ova they boys is comin and they
aimin straight for the neck the B L - A C K - S OX
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