Won't you please look down on me? A little mercy is all I need I say, angel of mercy Angel of mercy Oh, angel of mercy I went to work this mo'nin' My foreman looked me in the eye He said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya, But you look sick enough

Put the pounds in the trash can Gucci do the dishes, Don't nobody nobody fuck with my kitchen Bought a old school then I sat it on 6's How you cop it Gucci, plenty working in the kitchen How you cop it, how you get it, plenty working in the kitchen

I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ay I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ay, yeah But today is my day, it's my day And no matter what they say, it's my day La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah Roll up to the spot, feelin' real good Think you gon'

She knows her roots and works hard for her money Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death Just actin' and sittin' playin' hard to get With the girls tonight man they're out on the town Grits

Get on your way No way you're gonna work And Jack don't rock Oh what a shame I open the door Ooo, I strut like a cock It's all coming back to me If it's all the same I'll get on my coat and leave

Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out? Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? Your love, I don't wanna lose Just wait, can you come here please? 'Cause I wanna be with you Just wait, could you come here please? 'Cause I wanna be

(In my hood) Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane Five heartbeats left My homie off of Eddie Road He thinks he a damn chef Everybody schemed out Don’t nobody wanna work I was with him last week Now I got his name on my damn shirt (in my hood)

Touching the untouchables but they don't know Respect the disrespectable's, but in the end you know You turn away, what can I say? Hello to you, my sweet young friends Have you got money perhaps you could lend? I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun

Your wheels on fire Your one desire But we will overcome We see right through it Well you say, you won You'll work until the work is done I don't see you lift a hand To help out one of your fellow man And they're using up again

Fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight We gon' rumble in this ho Why do you wanna fight? Give a fuck what my nigga did Run 'em down, work 'em, that rumble All of you stuck in the projects, nigga I'm goin'