An hour of toil A pocket of petty change Wage slave Selling time for pay The day is done Im so fucking tired A days worth of labor A handful of
[Jay-Z] Yeah, Yeah, Imma up at Brooklyn, now Im down in Tribeca, right next to DeNiro, But i?ll be hood forever, I?m the new Sinatra, and since i made
(feat. Alicia Keys) Yea [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Yea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCa right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new
25 if i'm still alive open the deathrow bars now this dean man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars it's salvery hard labor catch the fiel red neck on
(Jay-Z feat. Alicia Keys) Yea [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Yea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCa right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever
Pocinos enemies get tied to a pole, blind fold then I unload. [Verse 2: Tech N9ne of the Regime] Thugged Out My choppers oblivion speakin the opposite of Carribean in Tropolis poppin my z-z
was a labor of pain It was a cold sky above But for the girl on the ground in the dark With every beat of her beautiful heart It was a labor of love
it's a labor of love Gotta swing that hammer And beat that drum Swing that hammer, beat that drum Work, work, work, it's a labor of love Work, work, work, It's a labor
a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive Open the dead roll balls Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars It's slavery, hard labor, catch
card Monte, Labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley, Statue of Liberty, long live the World trade, Long live the king yo, I'm from the empire state that's [Repeat Chorus:] [Jay-Z
it a rough ride? If I could save time or return to the past I would bring back the good times, hate to last Like when I was the size of Jay-Z Back when
pocinos Enemies get tied to a pole, blind fold then I unload. Verse 2 *(tech n9ne of the regime)* Thugged out My choppers oblivion Speakin the opposite of carribean in tropolis Poppin my z-z
talking On and on about the good things you like to do When all the good's in doing By the fruits of their labor shall you know them Without labor the
was a labor of pain, it was a cold sky above But for the girl on the ground in the dark with every beat of her beautiful heart It was a labor of love
I can't keep Another know it all, lonesome man of the world Who can't stop crying himself to sleep If push comes to shove Seems like this labor of love
