Spice 1

Spice 1 - Nobody Want Work lyrics

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Bababababababaaaaaaaaaaa!Bababababababaaaaaaaaaa!Come again!
 Babababababababaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

 (Verse 1)
 Everybody wanna go to heaven but don't nobody wanna die
 Life's to sweet to pass by
 Lookin at the hourglass I
 See how fast time fly
 I keep a strong will to live
 I be a ol' man with a lotta game to give
 I'll make the kids to somethin more positive
 Instead of beein like me
 A thug or G
 Tryin to stay up out the penetantery
 I got a whole army
 Some R.I.P.
 Some stuck in a cell some out on bail
 Some doin major fed time in jail
 I'm lookin at the world with hungry eyes
 Innercity full of jealousy and lies
 Hopin that the Lord'll hear my cries
 Help a young black male rise
 Enemies pose as friends
 Player never know when his life'll end
 Can't trust too many
 Came across the game
 Walk with my head down in the rain
 Think about greed
 Some disease
 Cause everybody rise still gettin cheese
 Some think about the pain
 That they inflict
 And some don't think just stack the chips

 (chorus) 2x
 Everyone want to go to heaven
 But nobody want to die(nobody want to dieee)
 Everyone want a million dollar
 But nobody want woo-oork(nobody want wooork)


 (Verse 2)
 Everbody want a million
 More jails less schools for the children
 Invest in a penetentary
 Makin money off niggas like you and me
 My God its the turn of the century
 I wonder what the game got in store for me
 Will it be
 A lotta seeds
 My G's be free
 Or be 6 feet deep on the day of release
 I can't stand it
 Lost in the game again
 Will I win
 Nobody knows in the end
 I keep strugglin
 Pullin on the game of life
 Try to stand on my toes up on the edge of knife
 And wakin up from the nightmares
 Who cares
 God I heard death comin up the stairs
 I got the past still hauntin me
 Still knowin how my enemies want me
 You never know when it's time to go
 The blind lead the blind
 If you don't know the game
 Get left behind
 No love
 Hold up what you thinkin of
 Youngsters on the corner
 Goin dub for dub
 You can't tell em
 Cause ain't nobody payin em mo'
 Lost in the thug life gone fo sho'
 Too many young playaz 6 feet in the flo'
 As another one goes as modern-day hero

 (chorus) 2x


 (Verse 3)
 To other rappers that rose out the concrete
 Stay strong have faith in god
 It won't be too long
 Hold on
 Never lose faith and dreams
 Watch the next
 People they canive a scheme
 A cold world
 Ghetto kids born to die
 Some fall in the game without a chance to fly
 In too deep
 Can't escape the drama
 Too much drama for a young playa
 Young timer
 Pushed in the game at the age of 12
 Hangin on the block all all about the mail
 It's hard livin
 Somebody gotta lace the young
 Before they get enough rope to leave theyself hung
 Hardcore,livin in the projects
 Hustlas schemin for the profit
 Mo cash
 Comes in and goes fast
 Toe-tags dead homies in body bags
 Where it stops
 Nobody knows I'm paranoid
 Is these enemies or foes
 Can't call it
 Sleep with a open eye
 This world'll make you laugh it'll make you cry
 Stay real
 Keep a strong mind and strive
 Cause what it boils down to is stayin alive
 Nigga strugglin
 Keep your eye on the game
 And never stay the same
 Things always change

 (chorus) 2x
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Jive

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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