Shay's Nay - Work Hard lyrics

[Verse 1: Sling Shod] Take your time, just cross this line I've been in this since '69 Ghetto's n***as just pull the trigger All you haters just piss off Creatures We smoking weed and sipping liqour My alegation deep in my nation All your people full of patience What's working, talking Leave your mouth open I k** you all rappers thats an option Punching, blocking, hunting, flopping Crushing, rolling, punch your teeth Down on the street we make a stream I k** you all you do is play basket-ball I blow it down, you just turn me off Im wondering why you leave me down Im thinking you have nothing to say My track is back in this game My punching line verses are not the same Dont forget what king has said That Mampheng is back again You see im white boy Chillin' with my black guys n***a Im a cool boy and im a rude boy You dont know what im thinking in my mind Just be patient n***a I'll give u 4 options to research about it 1 from my Ghetto's 2 from my hood 3 and 4 belongs to my money Hop you get me n***a [Hook: Riley Simon] You should try man to work hard You should try man to work and live it all Live it all, live it all I'ma try man to work hard I'ma try man to work and live it all Live it all, live it all [Verse 2: Shay's Nay] Westcoast! Westcoast! Yoh! Y'all know who's this Shay's Nay holding this mic Represent the game called T Westside The bestside, the dopeside I murder this track go 'n call PoPo Ain't ridin' solo I rather go slow, so n***as dont blow I spit the lines And i ain't talkin' bout the rhymes I own this vibe, Bang! Bang! 2 shots thats me right there The B O double S You know Trimbash is a thug Cheezy daz he's the thug Shay's Nay he's the thug Trinity forever you know what up M.P.H right there in the hood with me Moving this thing, you know what? We keep rolling, we keep crawling We keep murdering(Ha! Ha!) This is how we end down n***a why we keep beating the beats Right there forever [Hook: Riley Simon] [Verse 3: Gensin Gee] Ghetto Smaxx Photo Ghetto's n***a Logo Make the MOB n***a try to make it for the social Hello Mr. Popo, Im swimming in the yellow pool Im popping out my sweater and im k**ing all this devilish n***as by my b**hes(b**hes) Drinking all the mixtures(mixtures) Going faster than a n***a from Madonna In Canada(Canada) Chainz on my neck, tatoos on my back(back) I take many golds when im balling with my king(king) I put my plan emotion I gotta catch emotion Call me life saver coz i wear swimming costume Back i was gone man i was sent by Khalifa I k** this beat like Ghetto Smaxx n***a Im Gensin Gee for real, King Cash as my middle name Money on another level Nine piece is my secret weapon Wait! Stop! I go hard with my n***as Then i slide on your back like a plate full of meat Gee! [Hook: Riley Simon] [Verse 4: Chris J Martian] It's Forty nine, six, seven, eight, three sixty I downt have dope n***a I'mma need Freebies Murder 81, church people go geez Chris! Man im so creedy, damn im needy I switch bodies n***as guess who be creepy Snapp fingers green light, n***a you gon leave me Versace shoes, Versace sweater, Houdini! Bout to call a gal with GeeBees You know im bout to leave out this track, you gon miss me.... [Outro: Chris J Martian] Yeah! Yeah-yea-You gon miss me You gon miss me, you gon, you gon You gon miss me