W-4 lyrics

Artist  : Dead Prez 
Song : W-4



 Send "W-4" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [intro sample vocals from "American
Pimp"]

So much shit goes on it makes me doubt about a
God -- you know, makes me ask

well if there is a God then why am I in the
situation that I'm in?

Or why is my family going through certain
situations

when I don't think that they deserve it nah
mean?

Or why do good people suffer so much and bad
people prosper so much?



[sample fades out as instrumental comes in]



[lighter sparking]



Yo

Goin out...we light this J up right here...for
all the hard working folk

cross this country, cross the world

For everybody on the grind everyday 9 to 5, 8 to
12 -- you know how we do it

Hand to hand, whateva...

Yo, yo..



[Chorus - singing]

I been working all my life but ain't got nothin'
to show

I ain't tellin' you nothing you don't already
know

I been working all my life but ain't got nothin'
to show

Like this world just don't want us to groooow



I been working all my life but ain't got nothin'
to show

I ain't tellin' you nothing you don't already
know

I been working all my life but ain't got nothin'
to show

Wanna run up in tha white house and kick in tha
do' ohhhhh



[Verse 1]

What a nigga gonna eat when the refrigerator
empty?

Work all week let the bossman pimp me?

Can't pay no rent till the 15th

Landlord call the police to evict me

Lookin for a job in the want ads

Have you ever been to jail? Know they gone
ask

Ever took a piss test that you didn't pass?

In between jobs in the past? How you get
cash?

I done worked over hot ass stoves

I done picked up trash off roads

Winter time in the streets and the cold

Many times had to sleep in my clothes on the
flo'

What you know bout bein' po' seein' most of yo
kinfolk be on dope?

Ain't nobody in the hood got no hope in this
fucked up system and that's why we don't vote

Still payin niggaz 4.25 - How the fuck we
supposed to survive?

I'm close to the edge, government takin most of
my bread

in taxes might as well have this close to my
head

Make a nigga wanna wild out

runup in the white house with the gauge out,
CLICK CLACK!

GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH!



[Chorus]



Puttin' on my uniform, just a number on a W-4
form..



[Verse 2]

See where I'm from it's a few ways out

either rappin or sports either dope or the
casket

You can work to the bone but don't put all yo
eggs in one basket

We don't never get a piece of the pie

Work 50 years, retire then die

Stay po', rich folks is the criminal

but you don't wanna hear me tho' so

thank God it's friday, ain't it what we live
fo'?

Nigga gotta get up out the plantation

Same job that my pop had before me

Imma pass it down to my seed fucked up
situation

Make a nigga wanna wild out

runup in the white house with the gauge out,
CLICK CLACK!

GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH!



[Chorus]



My J-O-Beeee

is just like a plantation

they owe meeee

but got me fillin' out this application



My J-O-Beeee

is just like a plantation

they owe meeee

and got me fillin' out this application



[song fades]