quiet Work, riot, work or riot The time is now to unite Work, work, work or riot? Riot This generation won't keep quiet Work, riot, work or riot The
Översättning: The Business. Arbete eller Riot?.
laugh if it wasn't absurd [Chorus:] This generation won't keep quiet Work, work, Work or Riot The time is now to unite, Work, work, work or Riot The
ruggish. They love us. You haters, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces, bitch, and ball up your knuckles, 'cause we can work. Too many niggas
(Insanity at it's finest. Fire starter, riot maker, moon stricken, animal need, bad seed, untaimable beast) Everybody around me always think they know
Just leave him there 'til police get there Whoo! That's my kind of work Fucked up bulletproof liner shirt Then we grind the work, all kind of work We
G Plus the Black Guerrilla family And the white pride don't like Northside And it's a riot if any more niggaz die No parole or probation Now this is
land where we ain't meant to survive And I hope this don't suit ya, some work Like a slave ta get a hit but won't work to save for a future And that'
should fuck shit up Yeah we should fuckin' start a riot, a riot We have 'em screaming in the streets We have 'em tippin' over shit And breakin' fuckin' windows Of small businesses
, the word on the street here is panic There's a riot at hand People, taking care of the people There's no other way or we'll break Yeah, this is life
so these haters coming to hate us (Get off, get off) If kid, you was fighting me, fighting behind me Give me some money or give me some change Steadily working
Don't expect no love, boy, no apology Kids ain't fallin' for yo child psychology In 9 and 4, mindin' yo business is the best bitch Screamin', ?Watts riot
damn pardon Them boys in Orleans be throwin fights and riots Let's have a moment of silence while they show you some violence I know boys with dirt work
in the kitchen with the pans and the pots Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop Family or not, some ***** making plans
ruggish. they love us. You haters, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces, bitch, and ball up Your knuckles, 'cause we can work. too many niggas
that's cool though, 'cause in the rules bro Win or lose there's always someone else to choose yo That's the case in this rat race Whether she skinny and pretty or
out quietly or with a bang? There's a ledge, there's a rope, guess I might as well hang But that's some bullshit because I know it won't work What if
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop Family or not, some niggas making plans
