Lyrics You Don't Work U Don't Eat - WC & The Maad Circle, Wc And The Maad Circle

You Don't Work U Don't Eat

«This afternoon we want to talk about»\n«Now I want you brothers to dig where we coming from»\nFive yers ago when I was in high school\nNo bills to pay, I used to say to myself «Life is cool»\nI had a roof over my head and a part-time job\nSlanging at ob’s birdstand\nWashington High was the school I attended\nTil '87 graduation came and I wasn’t with it Kicked out the house at the age of 18\nNo money for college, mmm, how should I handle things?\nI tried to go the so-called right way\nAnd went to a jc but I wasn’t getting paid\nI’m working at a chicken stand now with the chicken\nWith a spring at the top of my hat getting clowned\nI gotta pay my rent but my job ain’t cutting it So now I’m drinking gin saying «Here's my alternative»\nTo either keep doing what I’m doing, don’t trip\nOr go and buy gats y’all and come up on a grip\nSo like anybody else I went and bought a gun\nPulling burgs at night and now I’m counting my funds\nThree times a day and I drive a coup on danas\nCruising through the alley bumping on «Hi» to players\nYo, you can say what you want but I was taught on the streets\nThat if a brother didn’t work, then he didn’t eat\n«You don’t work, you can’t eat»\nPeep this, something kind if for weakness\nFocus on the park and watch how I freak this\nSubject for survival, got to stay alive\nI gotta eat so I do or die\nNot a full-time crook but I was born right\nSo if I want to eat, sometimes I got to jack\nSo jack I will and go get some presidents\nA foot in the ground and the other on an oil slick\nMoney ain’t everything but either is brokeness\nGive me a knife cause I can’t live off happiness\nOnce a brother said I can’t work for the white kind\nStanding on the corner in a soup line\nSaid he’s too black, too strong, ain’t done nothing yet\nWaiting on the fifth for his government relief check\nHumming and bumming, most hate to see him coming\nAnd every first and 15th, these strongs on his life\nBut a hustle is a hustle and a meal is a meal\nThat’s why I’m real and I ain’t afraid to steal\nStraight from the street, backed up by a funky beat\nIf you don’t work, og, then you don’t eat\n«You don’t work, you can’t eat» (Repeat 2x)\nAyo, I want y’all to meet a nigga from the Lench Mob\nHe gaffled for his meals (Mcdonald's is my spot)\nAyo Jay Dee, kick some shit for the Maad Circle, G If you don’t work, you don’t eat, need I say more?\nCause I’m a kick my rhymes in abundant while you stay poor\nSince I was 14 I raised myself\nI built a roof over my head and then I went for self\nI sold cooked-up rock, made my way through school\nI’m not saying you should do it cause it ain’t too cool\nKicking???, playing to start your back\nTalking about that bullshit prize, you slay me right?\nAnd you other motherfuckers out here banging for change\nNeed to wise up and seek personal gain\nOr maintain some type of pain\nCause they don’t give away hot lunches out here in L. A.\nYo peace to the Dub and the Maad Circle\nFor giving me the chance to let the rhyme just flow\nSo you can (So you can either sell dope or get your ass a job)\nJay Dee (I'd rather roll with the Lench Mob)\n«You don’t work, you can’t eat»\nEiht is stepping from the city down under\nAnd I’m robbing more punk fools blind like Stevie Wonder\nAin’t no punching a clock, I ain’t with it For a quarter an hour I make the shit every minute\nAnd please, don’t even let me catch a brother slipping\nHe’ll be short, shorter than short\nWith my hands around his troat\nFool, come off the chain and bracelet\nI know it’s wrong but face it A brother like me won’t win the lottery\nAin’t no faking when it’s time to bring home the bacon\nCause I was taught get what you’re gonna get quick\nAnd don’t get gaffled in the mix\nSo I guess I’ll keep stacking, breaking the law\nChecking a fool, wrecking and breaking his jaw\nGyeah, that’s life in the Compton streets\nHomeboy you don’t work, homeboy you don’t eat\n«You don’t work, you can’t eat»\nThis record was put together by Jay Dee, Coolio, and the W Eight, Chilly Chill, and dj Crazy Toons\nSic brothers out to get paid cause\nNowadays you got to go for yourself or go broke\nI’m living day by day cause you see the future ain’t promised\nSo save that drama for your mama\nAnd make sure you’re out of my path when I’m on the creep tip\nOr have your first name changed to R.I.P.\n«You don’t work, you can’t eat» (Repeat 2x)