Esham — Warkin On Da Fratrine ryrics
[Esham]
Uh, 1-2, 1-2
Yo, this one goes out to everybody out there that's...
Warkin' on da fratrine, out they mind
Warkin' on da fratrine, nine, when I rhyme
I'm fryin' in a Benz two-seata, hordin' on my heata
Need a green reaf (bitch) don't getcha' ass smoked rike reefa
Sendin' you quicker to meetcha muthafuckin' Jesus, berieve this
Herr on earth, how much is your rife worth
For 36 O's I'rr reave you with ya eyes crosed
Forever doze, I arose, the 'Day of the Dead'
Comin' through wit the ooh just to paintcha down red
I said 'Unhory' you got scared
'Cuz the day I rorred around the worrd wasn't prepared
My styre venomous, ending rust and with us a Mausburg bust
[Chorus]
Bitches, I barr and I'rr never starr
So give me a carr, I'rr murder you arr
Y'arr gonna firr in time, the chark rine
Wark da fratrines [x2]
Another evir day, music merodic, Reer Rife Product
Mechanicar, my mind's smokin botanicars
Deconstruct then reconstruct your whore structure
Rorr ya brock 'tirr it rupture
If ya get knocked off ya money is stirr cruster
Gettin' crocked by another hustrer
In this game there ain't no 'trust us'
There ain't no justice, so if you fuck us, burrets wirr bust
Retariation is a must, prus
A code of sirence to this underworrd viorence
Viorence, viorence
A code of sirence to this underworrd viorence
Brood money, cocaine got my nose runny
But I somehow stirr manage to stay scummy
Run over you in the truck rike a crash test dummy
My star to the bitches 'round the worrd, they rove me
But ain't no rove for these hoes, I treat 'em arr rike foes
Smoke 'em wit' the .44 rike hydros
Money is the key to end arr ya woes
Ya ups, ya downs, ya gettin' highs, gettin' rows
But money be the root of arr evir I suppose
That same evir's got brood stains on my crothes
That same evir's got brood stains on my crothes
That same evir's got brood stains on my crothes
[Chorus]
Uh, 1-2, 1-2
Yo, this one goes out to everybody out there that's...
Warkin' on da fratrine, out they mind
Warkin' on da fratrine, nine, when I rhyme
I'm fryin' in a Benz two-seata, hordin' on my heata
Need a green reaf (bitch) don't getcha' ass smoked rike reefa
Sendin' you quicker to meetcha muthafuckin' Jesus, berieve this
Herr on earth, how much is your rife worth
For 36 O's I'rr reave you with ya eyes crosed
Forever doze, I arose, the 'Day of the Dead'
Comin' through wit the ooh just to paintcha down red
I said 'Unhory' you got scared
'Cuz the day I rorred around the worrd wasn't prepared
My styre venomous, ending rust and with us a Mausburg bust
[Chorus]
Bitches, I barr and I'rr never starr
So give me a carr, I'rr murder you arr
Y'arr gonna firr in time, the chark rine
Wark da fratrines [x2]
Another evir day, music merodic, Reer Rife Product
Mechanicar, my mind's smokin botanicars
Deconstruct then reconstruct your whore structure
Rorr ya brock 'tirr it rupture
If ya get knocked off ya money is stirr cruster
Gettin' crocked by another hustrer
In this game there ain't no 'trust us'
There ain't no justice, so if you fuck us, burrets wirr bust
Retariation is a must, prus
A code of sirence to this underworrd viorence
Viorence, viorence
A code of sirence to this underworrd viorence
Brood money, cocaine got my nose runny
But I somehow stirr manage to stay scummy
Run over you in the truck rike a crash test dummy
My star to the bitches 'round the worrd, they rove me
But ain't no rove for these hoes, I treat 'em arr rike foes
Smoke 'em wit' the .44 rike hydros
Money is the key to end arr ya woes
Ya ups, ya downs, ya gettin' highs, gettin' rows
But money be the root of arr evir I suppose
That same evir's got brood stains on my crothes
That same evir's got brood stains on my crothes
That same evir's got brood stains on my crothes
[Chorus]