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
Tradução: Fama banda sonora. Trabaja duro (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
the shout last week Him mistress find a new shoes Wife can't get no news and lately she starting to doubt SHE STILL SEARCHING! And the youth dem bawling out Working hard
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
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
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
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
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
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
roll out with me Knowing that she's gonna come back As if shes up on my reindeer You know that she'll never wanna come back So I add her to my hall of fame
You know nothing come easy, you gotta try real real hard, I tried hard...but I guess I gotta try harder. [Chorus (Akon)] I try so hard can't seem to
away from crime and malice Hard living gave him hard hands and callous As a young'n, peep how much they loved each other's space His hard hands rubbin
, said, ?What?s good, Crack?? Got me screaming with a hood, with a hood rat. Mami, I ain?t gotta pop the ? But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss
