I scoured the streets for stacks to fold
Or at the bottom of the finest malt ale
We, we are the ones
Once upon a time when crack was gold
The grieving is just, they're thieving from us
And complete ammunition
Were there to bury me under the gravel
There exists many others who are similar to me and
We, we are the ones
We, we came to fight
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
Let's all own shit then toast with Patron hits
You can get that by yourself with the four-fifth
We, we are the ones
Get your work up, get your work up
My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice
And took shots from gung-ho cashiers
We, we came to fight
Get your work up, get your work up
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
Get your work up, get your work up
To one inhaling coke via mouth or the nose
Having to wipe off canine fecal emission
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
Left to fend for myself in the wild
Now philosophically you'd be opposed
Songwriter: Boots Riley
Get your work up, get your work up
In later years I lost some peers
So I cooked it, bagged it, put it on sale
Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission
Insulted and cussed, this evening we bust
We, we came to fight
Get your work up, get your work up
We're taught from the cradle, the Bill Gates fable
But I don't wish this action to be glorified
Get your work up, get your work up
Appears unstable and under the table
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
As I clenched five digits on the forty-five
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
Get your work up, get your work up
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
Which leads to high speeds in Buick LeSables
I hated police and my teachers were beasts
Which is a little decision
Observe, you'll find without fail
The dreams in the dust, the evidence flushed
We, we came to fight
And poker faces you can't analyze
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
Get your work up, get your work up
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
Barely down at the retail store, I would detail more
There was all of this hell well and not one hero
We have no excuses just great alibis
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
We, we came to fight
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
All I wanted was a Regal to glisten
And I felt like an abandoned child
That you go eat a dick as employment froze
To not sleep in the park in the fetal position
The intensity was fortified
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
It's a given once the people are driven that
It's an equal division and then we go to prison
And my kids would have meat in the kitchen
The world was cold yet hell was near
Get your work up, get your work up
Publishers: FIELD NEGRO MUSIC, MUSIC OF WINDSWEPT
There was a plan I was eager to listen
Who mixed burners with Belvedere
We're the have-nots but we're also the gon'-gets
So I seek for a kilo
A street C.E.O.
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
Our politicians sell our soul and our cries
Get your work up, get your work up
And hip-hop was not yet platinum sold
With blood on their hands, they can't sanitize
We are born from the mildew, the rust, the heathenous lust
The one university, I knew the deal
But economically I would propose
Not just talkin' 'bout the Lex with the chrome kits
While every courtroom, judge and gavel
We like free speech but we love free cable
We, we are the ones
That in every neighborhood and penitentiary
My mood like my hair was relaxed and blowed