where we once took a nigga before Now the motha fucka beggin for more Its the reason Standin here shakin, hatin the haters They watchin my paper Realize, a 4 5
looking for the dollar sign Palms get the itching man I got to get the calamine Before I fall behind, guess the grind will be my 9 to 5 I will not be
on the first bitch who disrespects Over reaction is my only reaction Which only sets off a chain reaction And puts 5 more zainiac than maniacs in action A rat pack In black jackets who pack 10 9 millimeters 5
for the dollar sign Palms get the itching man I got to get the calamine Before I fall behind, guess the grind will be my 9 to 5 I will not be conquered
way Ignorance is bliss when you stay stale and stagnant Too old to care and too little to matter Anarchy is now 9 to 5, wallet's a bit fatter Once full
[Intro] 5-4-3 5-3-2 5-5-5-5-5-5-5 Shake it off [1st Verse] Chillin' in the club, got my boys with me And the parties all jumpin' in the VIP The DJ's
Yo I'm on a chase for the pa-per, the caper Get it - stretched out And found taped up [Interlude] [Shaquille O'Neal & K-Raw] 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 tick
of the ghetto, the black sewer Blacks living like peasants, project tenants, African descendents Mothers on welfare, no child care Never heard of a 9 to 5
shoulder hard times for po-9, can't control the mass' sweep for move backstage, we sling V.I.P. passes Jakes sprayin mace, riots takin place When the