Spice 1
Spice 1 - Nobody Want Work songtekst
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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