Work, work, work Hard work, Work, hard work, work, hard work Work, hard work Work, work, work, work Hard work, hard work I'm alive And I will
hit the heights Put my name in lights Show the world that I can Make it by doin' doin', doin' doin' By doin' hard work By doin' hard work By doin' hard work Hard work
Traduzione: Fame colonna sonora. Lavora sodo (Reprise).
Work, work, work Hard work, Work, hard work, work, hard work Work, hard work Work, work, work, work Hard work, hard work I'm alive And I will survive
s me, can't you 20-20 see And plus the vision from my chain, had your vision blurry I could tell by her eye, she was captured by the fame Said she loved
it cool; 'Cause with success comes money too You're gonna take your time to get it right And work real hard both day and night You better punch that clock
fat cuts, but yo it ain't workin And Evil's lurking, I can see him smirking when I gets to pervin, so what? Go put some work in, and make my mail, makin
runnin' up the block in the dark with less spark. Survalience on a nigga every day, Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass away. Now Mama always workin
strong And Mama told me be a Thug since the day I was born I came up, out the gutter never changed my style Got for real about my papers, cause the game was wild And the fame
can't get a job So I resort to violent robbings, my life is hard Can't sleep, cause all the dirt make my heart hurt Put in work, and shed tears for
, that ain't lavish Because back in the days we used to have this Lavish to me is watchin girls all plex Niggas get to trippin cause I work Rolex I gives
my thing down, flip and reverse it" - backwards 2X*} If you got a big [elephant], let me search ya To find out how hard I gotta work ya {*"I put my thing
my shoes Tryin crime, but it just didn't work for me Matter of fact it did it worse for me Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard It can only
Jumped in the ride, fuck this shit, I ain't hesistatin' Trees, and chedddar cheese, keepin' me from graduatin' Hoes and clothes, Big bones, and vogues Young nigga puttin' in work
this damn east and west coast shit Especially when other niggaz tryin to work in this bitch I paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god damn hard For
I could sleep I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete people are made of match sticks, light this bread a flames note at the craft work
something.) You don't have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard. Happiness is hard to find. Happiness is a state of mind. It can't be found in fame
