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Talking Hard Work

Woody Guthrie

Folkways: The Original Vision

1988

for cash and I been robbed on a credit

Worked my way in jail and I worked my way outta jail
Woke up a lot of mornin's, didn't know where I was

if I’m clutching heat
Let a nigga think about touching me
And yeah I hit a nigga up
Now he can’t touch a thing
And if he in a jam he gon fuccin sing
I

Tell 'Em I Said That

T.I.P.

T.I. vs T.I.P.

2007

Workin talk tough in a bull
Fuck the image and perception they never tough as they look
They some mothafucking suckers
Put it on wherever
Any real

Tell 'Em I Said That

T.I.

How to Be an MC, Vol. 45: Instrumentals

2007

Workin talk tough in a bull
Fuck the image and perception they never tough as they look
They some mothafucking suckers
Put it on wherever
Any real

men
Probably not in jail, But you get the point
Yeah, where can I buy a new sex toy
I know it's wrong, but it's something I enjoy
And put it in my

check the message
I'm speaking in tongues don't miss the blessings that I'm blessed with
I swear I'm the one, the spirit used me as a reference
Until I

to the highest degree
By the people claimin' that they love us 
Steppin' to me then you'll see what the riot could be

There you go, from biggin' you up then

Rico

MellowHype

BlackenedWhite

2010

came to feel me in, when she really came to fill me in
Like baby what's the deal with it?
Seem to be attracted by the fiancee and finance that no wifey

Uneasy Rider '88

Charlie Daniels

All-Time Greatest Hits

1993

I'm sitting' here in this county jail
I had to call my Daddy to go our bail
But I learned me a lesson that I never will forget again
I've done give

Put, pistols in faces of suckers
Out here doubtin' me
Broads, they is houndin' me
Still I'm in demand
I got gun powder residue, still on my hand
From

Put, pistols in faces of suckers
Out here doubtin' me
Broads, they is houndin' me
Still I'm in demand
I got gun powder residue, still on my hand
From

to jail
I'll say again that I'm confused in this motherfucker
He left me all by myself
If he come back, then I'll be cute with the motherfucker
But i'ma put

the Glock
And have to cap facts like a Snapple top
I bought the team with me, racks is in 350
That 9 and the Glock will put Shine
Shyne in a box, I'm P diddy

mother and girl is smothered in pearls
Before a nigga under the world

When I was ten got the truly dict, my uncle pulled me to the side
And he

I got rid of the shackles that bound me
And the guards that were always around me
There were tears on the mail
Mother sent me in jail
But I'm free

come first, yeah, and I'll serve you
They all want the new me, but I want the old you
Tell me what you did, put in on the light
I am down to rage, I

I'm doing this for me
Can you see? I'm just like you

You hear my out of tune Muse
You hear its dark views
You see the Lightning in its eyes
You see

the streets

It's either dead or in jail
Or you get rich then you leave

I got niggaz in jail but
At least they ain't dead

There's no point doing road
If you

gone that's regardless
Drive-by, niggas bow down
Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First

tell by how the drums kick
I'm fuckin' this bitch up, go'n 'head, bro
Unplug this
Biggest wolf from my hood, I'm Suge Knight
Bitch this shit been in me

Michael's a faggot, a pedophile pervert
He'll get murdered in jail where
A shank is inserted
The blood squirts out his nervous system
He's dressed like his

everything seems to bring me stress 
Wow 

Inhale, Inhale 
I just take a moment & inhale 
I'm glad that I'm not in jail 
Inhale, Inhale 
I just grab the blunt

take a long walk
Maybe I should put my got damn phone down
Maybe I should do a lil more
Maybe I should stop by my grandmas house
I was thinkin' 'bout

Put my hood on the map, got the streets on lock
I ain never safe, neither is my glock

Bro told me, Gino time to run them bands up
Buy my mama house,