LOW INCOME

Yo, let'em feel the beat first Yo, what's up Clef, this is ya little sister Rose N' Sharon Give me a call back when you get from your tour Because it's Friday and I need some money to go chill wit my crew So call me back Should I rhyme or start wit the hook? Start wit the hook Start wit the hook, go head To my people that don't wanna go to work Thank God it's Friday (yo) Cover me, she bout to put up her skirt Thank God it's Friday (yo) Do ya mom know you act so bezerk Thank God it's Friday (yo) What's the drag What's the drag girl She don't wanna She don't wanna work no Monday (yo) I 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 (yo) I use to work at the fast food restaurants for minimum wage Dreamin I'm on stage At 17 I left the house cause my father was a minister And I ain't want the Marvin route What's goin on? Today, to sell a song you need a video wit soft porn MC's in the industry, you want a tip? Don't let them pimp you like Goldie And tell Sony they betta have my money Cause I'll play like the Commodores, then leave 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 wanna thank my hood Yo, to my people cuttin hair in the shops Thank God it's Friday (yo) To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops Yo, it's Friday (yo) To my people that don't have no job Everyday is Friday (yo) What's the drag What's the drag yo She don't wanna She don't wanna work no Monday (yo) All the ladies sing “I don't feel like cookin you no breakfast this morning” All my hoodlums sing “Well 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, kids'll slit ya throat Friday the 13th, Jason wit a trench coat But you can't scare Suzie cause her man go so many oozies You'd think he was Kadafi Meanwhile, she's getting her mails done (yo) Crystal clear, so it can shine wit her diamonds It's such a shame, what happened last week man They found her under the sheets wit a letter from the Son of Sam It said to tell New York,“I ain't sleepin” You gone be clubbin, you betta pack yo heat in And to my man G, Swore, rest in peace I still pour liquor, one draw of the cocoa leaf Inhale, exhale, smoke vanish Police is in the area but ain't no need to panic You wit Wyclef, you getting in If not, we gone make CNN I wanna thank my hood To my people that don't wanna go to work Thank God it's Friday (yo) Cover me, she bout to put up her skirt Thank God it's Friday (yo) Do ya mom know you act so bezerk Thank God it's Friday (yo) What's the drag What's the drag girl She don't wanna She don't wanna work no Monday (yo) Yo, to my people cuttin hair in the shops Thank God it's Friday (yo) To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops Yo, it's Friday (yo) To my people that don't have no job Everyday is Friday (yo) What's the drag What's the drag yo She don't wanna She don't wanna work no Monday (yo) All the ladies sing “I don't feel like cookin you no breakfast this morning” All my hoodlums sing “Well you don't have to cook me breakfast Cause your girlfriend will after you leave” Hey yo, I almost forgot to all the haters who try to hate on my brother Yaw'll can never defeat us, we're like roaches The more you kill us, the more we multiply When he's threw, I'm comin after yaw'll cats And when I'm threw, my kids comin after yaw'll Yaw'll can never defeat the Jean Family or the Duplece's, suckers I'd like to give a shout out to my babies, Keith, Elijah Junior, Ray, Joshua, SOMS click and the people that's locked down Keep ya heads up baby