dead end job I don't want no dead end job I don't want no dead end job Stuff your dead end job Stuff your fucking dead end job Don't want no dead end job
no dead end job, I don't want no dead end job I don't want no dead end job, I don't want no dead end job I don't want no dead end job, I don't wanna
Traduction: La Police. Job Dead End.
want no dead end job I don't want no dead end job I don't want no dead end job I don't want no dead end job I don't want no dead end job I don't wanna
a treat we like shit caugh dem evil, people so evil [Verse 6:] The systim a fight we we fighting the system we don't like police and police dem nuh like
fool an a treat we like shit caugh dem evil, people so evil Verse 6: the systim a fight we we fighting the system we don't like police and police dem
love and protection over me at all times Help me! [J] Keep me away from evil Somebody answer me! {*echoes*} [J] Allow me not to cause pain [Jay-Z] Police
timez One too many timez One too many timez One too many timez I've been down and out Stuck in a rut trying to figure this one out A dead end job no
and protection over me at all times Help me! [J] Keep me away from evil Somebody answer me! {*echoes*} [J] Allow me not to cause pain [Jay-Z] Police
and protection over me at all times Help me! [J] Keep me away from evil Somebody answer me! [echoes] [J] Allow me not to cause pain [Jay-Z] Police in
matter how you hold the fate You end up crooked and a look it, it nuh pay fi live so straight Seven years after college all now job no come So you overqualified
It's a small world Nigga you reap what you sow What goes around, comes around If you sleep you don't know A very small world Where beef could never end
game and nothin' else You come out here, you better watch yourself 'Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red But cross the wrong brothers and end up dead
my job is finished And my words are infinite My life is governed by a higher force Sometimes I think I'll end up like Christ and die on a cross The sacrifice
on my shots like Eggo Or Lee Hungry Oswald, three miles far Picture main man open the car Sware to god, you get hit hard, you violate my squad on the job
my territory Place Your love and protection over me at all times Help me Keep me away from evil, somebody answer me Allow me not to cause pain Police
