Spice 1 - Nobody Want Work lyrics

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Plow!

Ba-da-ba-a-a-ah

Comin down now

Spice 1

Ya know

Jah man

Come again

Everybody wanna go to heaven

But don't nobody wanna die

Life's too sweet to pass by

Lookin at the hourglass, I

See how fast time fly

I keep a strong will to live

I be a old man with a lotta game to give

I'll make the kids do somethin more positive

Instead of bein like me, a thug or gee

Tryin to stay up out the penitentiary

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

Inner city 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, can't cross the game

Walk with my head down in the rain

Think about greed, some disease

Cause everybody rappin still gettin cheese

Some think about the pain that they inflict

And some don't think, just stack the chips

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Everyone wan to go to heaven

But nobody wan to die

Mi say

Everyone want a million dollar

But nobody want to work

Everybody want a million

More jails, less schools for the children

Invest in a penitentiary

Makin money off niggas like you and me

My God, it's the turn of the century

I wonder what the game got in store for me

Will it be a lotta seeds, my gees be free

Or be six 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 stay on my toes, up on the edge of knife

I'm 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 for sho'

Too many young players six feet in the flo'

As another one goes as modern-day hero

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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 in dreams

Watch the next people, they canive and 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 player, young timer

Pushed in the game at the age of 12

Hangin on the block, 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 (projects)

Hustlers schemin for the profit (profit)

Mo' cash comes in and go fast

Toe-tags, dead homies in bodybags

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

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