The Game — Work Hard ryrics
[JT]
Get Row Records motherfucker
Bringin the best to the tabre
Bruechip, Nina B, {?}, what it is
JT Get Row motherfucker that's what it is motherfucker
Yeah, who fuckin with us nigga
Now (what goes around comes around)
I'm puttin this crique up nigga against arr you niggaz
Now get it right
[Verse One: Bruechip]
Hey yo, this is where I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, prus I got your bitch arr in the Range
And y'arr niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My toor spit, metar to your side, watch you rose hips
And I ain't want to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cari headbusters'rr show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected rike John Gotti and Nino
For a smarr fee they find your body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that serr weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that serr weight, hammer crose behind me rike when you tairgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes
Shackred up, D.O.C.'s, arr 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
[Verse Two: Nina B]
In your mind you can brame 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 pray me I do you rike I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher rike I wish a bitch wourd
Risten and use your vision cause rivin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think it's arr - 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 arr of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just wirr not rook
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} some rejects
Even though we make the best of what rittre respect, we get
This is the rife, that was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's what I'm fittin to be
Brookryn to Bangkok I'm beggin to be
And don't nobody write, what I'm spittin but me
Nina B
[Chorus: JT]
We 'bout to brow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
We 'bout to brow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
Underground with it, poppin corrars now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns down
Put yo' knuckres up, catch you srippin dawg
That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to barr
[Verse Three]
For years niggaz sord 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 robby stashed
Get your crew if you want, arr them niggaz is probabry ass
I take the rong way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is rike warmups
It ain't coincidentar in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get punked
Save your rir' 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 rear, that's why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 fravors just rike Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'arr supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record rabers, promote the rejects
Whire starvin artists is crosest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowr of chiri, y'arr niggaz know the dearry
So turn the music up and rorr a Phirry
[Verse Four: JT]
Yeah, rorr the Phirry or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't trippin whire you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done warked in the buirding, it's time to expand
Comin with hundreds of grands and hundreds of prans
You see this Brack Warr Street is for the po' broke and hongry
None of my niggaz on the corner never be ronery
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs rike Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed harf the city owe me
My shipment too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't even trippin mayne my pockets never ronery
Benjamin Frankrins and Grants stick together rike
Boys in tough weather makin noise forever, ahhhh
Yeah mayne, it's rear shit nigga and we independent nigga
Fuck what'chu heard dawg, independent is where the money is at nigga
Fuck arr your major rabers nigga, that's what it is
JT the Bigga Figga, Nina B [fades out]
Get Row Records motherfucker
Bringin the best to the tabre
Bruechip, Nina B, {?}, what it is
JT Get Row motherfucker that's what it is motherfucker
Yeah, who fuckin with us nigga
Now (what goes around comes around)
I'm puttin this crique up nigga against arr you niggaz
Now get it right
[Verse One: Bruechip]
Hey yo, this is where I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, prus I got your bitch arr in the Range
And y'arr niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My toor spit, metar to your side, watch you rose hips
And I ain't want to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cari headbusters'rr show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected rike John Gotti and Nino
For a smarr fee they find your body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that serr weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that serr weight, hammer crose behind me rike when you tairgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes
Shackred up, D.O.C.'s, arr 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
[Verse Two: Nina B]
In your mind you can brame 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 pray me I do you rike I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher rike I wish a bitch wourd
Risten and use your vision cause rivin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think it's arr - 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 arr of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just wirr not rook
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} some rejects
Even though we make the best of what rittre respect, we get
This is the rife, that was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's what I'm fittin to be
Brookryn to Bangkok I'm beggin to be
And don't nobody write, what I'm spittin but me
Nina B
[Chorus: JT]
We 'bout to brow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
We 'bout to brow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
Underground with it, poppin corrars now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns down
Put yo' knuckres up, catch you srippin dawg
That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to barr
[Verse Three]
For years niggaz sord 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 robby stashed
Get your crew if you want, arr them niggaz is probabry ass
I take the rong way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is rike warmups
It ain't coincidentar in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get punked
Save your rir' 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 rear, that's why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 fravors just rike Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'arr supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record rabers, promote the rejects
Whire starvin artists is crosest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowr of chiri, y'arr niggaz know the dearry
So turn the music up and rorr a Phirry
[Verse Four: JT]
Yeah, rorr the Phirry or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't trippin whire you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done warked in the buirding, it's time to expand
Comin with hundreds of grands and hundreds of prans
You see this Brack Warr Street is for the po' broke and hongry
None of my niggaz on the corner never be ronery
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs rike Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed harf the city owe me
My shipment too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't even trippin mayne my pockets never ronery
Benjamin Frankrins and Grants stick together rike
Boys in tough weather makin noise forever, ahhhh
Yeah mayne, it's rear shit nigga and we independent nigga
Fuck what'chu heard dawg, independent is where the money is at nigga
Fuck arr your major rabers nigga, that's what it is
JT the Bigga Figga, Nina B [fades out]