Lyrics

"Hard Work"
(Intro)
This the calm before the storm nigga
And you already know it's gon (Crank!)
You don't hear my footsteps
You just feel my presence
Locally grown but globally known
It's Worldwide XcLewsive

(Hook)
Hard, hard, hard
Nigga I go
Hard, hard, hard
For the love of the dough
Work, work, work
Nigga I do
Work, work, work
I hustle and flow (Repeat 2x)

(Verse 1)
I'm still fully operational bastards
I'm a hustler, gettin shot and goin to jail are occupational hazards
On the block I got sensational packets
That are guarandamnteed to make my custy population grow faster
My pitching arm's functional
Serve the fiends on time ery time nigga cause I believe in being punctual
This something that you punks should know
I ain't even on that beef shit but got war for anybody who wants it though
Red dot on your frontal lobe, I'm in head hunting mode
Jump stupid and find out the true meaning of gun control
Front for show, end up with a punctured soul
Lungs explode, my aim on point even better than acupuncture pros
Erase your team in conjunction, whoa
Blaze you bogus niggas with ease like y'all were just blunts to blow
Again I ain't for beefin but if one of us is gonna go
It's gonna be you and I'm just keepin it a hunnit yo

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
Got a making quota obsession with flagrant yola possession
Grating role of recession got me facing colder oppression
The anger manifests in acts of blatant over aggression
Cause I'm skating and escaping deflating modes of depression
Embracing odes of discretion, the case and codes of profession
Move forward instead of back on the racing road of regression
To lead my followers through an amazing hole of progression
Relate and know the expression when I take control of the session
Slow down, a nigga sippin purple
And don't even light the J if it isn't purple
Never been a square, I live in the winner's circle
Keep your enemies close, but also watch who's in your inner circle
Take a peek and peep the damn traitor
Type to talk shit behind ya back, but front like he ya man later
Can't see me, but you see the damn paper
All these broke ass niggas are gonna need a translator (si!)

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
I got so much internal fire that you can't believe
How ambitious I am, plottin makin plans to lead
Rain pouring, brainstorming, change forming
Thoughts that well up til the dam release
And the knowledge overflows the land and streets
Subsequently provide enough food for thought for every fam to feast
I'm loco and so cold, put the game in a chokehold
With such a strong grip it cause my hands to bleed
I won't give it a chance to breathe
Kill it and not give a fuck cause I've never been a man to grieve
All in an effort to advance the league
In pursuit of the root of all evil, first you gotta plant the seeds
Listen the money just enhanced the greed
That was already there and made it spread like a cancer siege
Can't ya see, I'm the next champ to be
The greatest ever, that goes for the living and deceased
No disrespect
I'm just saying I do work