Low Income (feat. Beast & 718 Crew)

Let um feel the beat first

I'm 'bout to come through your stereo

Should my rhyme start with the hook

Start with the hook

To my people who don't wanna go to work

Thank God it's

FridayCover me she's 'bout to put up her skirt

Thank God it's

FridayDo your mom now you act so berserk

Thank God it's

FridayWhat's the track, what's the track girl?

She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on

MondayI wanna thank my hood

For makin' me a star before

I had fast cars

And couldn't tell the difference between whoppers and caviar

Before the fame way before things changed

All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name

I used to work at the fast food restaurant

For minimum wage dreamin

I'm on stage

At 17 I left the house 'cause my father was a minister

And I didn't want the

Marvin route

What's goin on today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn

MC's in the industry you wanna tip?

Don't let them pimp you like

GoldyAnd tell

Sony they better have my money'

Cause I play wit the

Comodores and be like

Lionel Richie

Low Income,

I stay so hungry that if 50

Cent came to rob me

He'd be part of my charity

I, I wanna thank my hood

To my people cuttin' here in the shops

Thank God it's

FridayTo the thugs sweatin' up in the chop shops

Yo, it's Friday

To my people that don't got no job

Everyday it's

FridayWhat's the track, what's the track yo?

She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on

MondayAll the ladies sing

I don't feel like cookin' you no breakfast

This mornin'

All my hoodlums say

You don't have to cook me breakfast'

Cause your girlfriend will after you leave

I wanna thank my hood

For the love of money

I know kids who'll slit your throat

Friday the 13th

Jason wit a trench coat

But you can't scare

Suzie'Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was

CadiviMeanwhile, she's getting her nails done

Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds

It's such a shame what happened last week

Man they found her under the sheets with a letter from the

Son of Sam

It said to tell

New York I ain't sleepin'

You want to be clubbin' then you better pack your heat in

And to my man

G Swar Rest in

PieceI still poor liquor 1 draw on the cocoa leaf

Inhale, exhale smoke grasses

Polices in the area, but ain't no need to panic

You wit Wyclef you getting in

If not, then we gonna make

CNNI, I wanna thank my hood

To my people who don't wanna go to work

Thank God it's

FridayCover me she's 'bout to put up her skirt

Thank God it's

FridayDo your mom know you act so berserk?

Thank God it's

FridayWhat's the track, what's the track girl?

She don't wanna she don't wanna work on

MondayYo, to my people cuttin' here in the shops

Thank God it's

FridayTo the thugs sweatin' up in the chop shops

Yo, it's Friday

To my people who don't got no job

Everyday it's

FirdayWhat's the track, what's the track yo?

She don't wanna she don't wanna work on

MondayAll the ladies sing

I don't feel like cookin' you no breakfast

This mornin'

All my hoodlums say

Well you don't have to cook me breakfast'

Cause your girlfriend will after you leave