believe, yeah We must abolish work not just a cheap clinch Just another trick We must abolish work not just a cheap cliche Just another trick to make the workers
of being in and out the courts I'm tired, tired of all the games and lies I'm tired, tired of phony alibis I'm tired, tired of praying that it works
talk, they act, now, whose fuckin' fault is that? The home invader Yo, moms you can basically just suck my dick This is a home invasion Yo, pops that shit you talkin' is noise
27 years of this, Hit or miss, I hit your misses, You are local news, I'm 60 Minutes, I, I hit the target, I hit the witness, I work out in my office,
make it go oh oh ooh [Plies Verse 3] let me stuff this pillow behind the headboard cause if i dont do that its gon make too much noise
Ooooh, New York! Ooooh, New York! Grew up in a town that is famous as a place of movie scenes Noise is always loud, there are sirens all around and the
Ooh, New York Ooh, New York Grew up in a town that is famous as a place of movie scenes Noises always loud There are sirens all around And the streets
push my fingers into my eyes It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache But it's made of all the things I have to take Jesus it never ends, it works
Of child molestation accusates Ah ah ah ah ah, no worries Papa's got a brand new bag of toys What else could I possibly do to make noise? I've done touched
follow your heart, life is a work of art Life is a work of art Life is a work of art Life is a work of art Life is a work of art
Now I'm a seasick sailor on a ship of noise I got my maps all backwards and my instincts poisoned In a truth blown gutter full of wasted years Like blown
tested Hell yes, now I'm moving this way I'm doing this thing, please enjoy Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs Hell yes, now I'm
it go, make it go, ooh, ooh, ooh Let me stuff this pillow behind the headboard 'Cause if I don't do that, it's going to make too much noise Ain't pop
better come correct There will be no grenades tonight Where all my ladies at, make some noise! Where my fellas at, I can't forget my dawgs make some noise
we go any further, let's talk about friends Layzie: I can tell when the devil, I'm doin' his work and, lurkin', approachin' me like I'm a servant,
turn the muh'fuckin noise up We'll get right into the proceedings this evening Headphones are distortin', bring it down a lil' bit Okay, now we workin
last album I was Made. This album a mutha fucker. So all you niggas wanna plot against the Mob since you wanna make it out, am finna address the noise
Slowin' me down gets you blasted For your chunk, I'll trunk your folks It ain't shit for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work Call your bluff
