No Work

You ain't got no work for me
(no work, no work)
Or any Flavor Unit MC (no work, no work)
You ain't got no work for me
(no work, no work)
You ain't got no work for the queen
(no work, no work)

Don't try to get fly, y'all
We're blackin' up eyeballs
I run with a rough set
So don't get me upset
I gas you so hard, I leave you fartin'
You're soft as a buttercup, stupid ass
So why you startin'?
You're memorizing every damn lyric
That I write
You're all up in my mouth every
Time I grab the mic
You need to learn a lesson
From a female headbanger
Stop ridin' on my bra
You freakin' straphanger
Until we play Techs, but I always stay free
I made a resolution for you, 1993
It's all about the Flavor Unit and my family
'Cause I would die for all them
And they would die for me
Leary about this intelligent female
All catch hell an explanation of the Queen
Latifah spelled well so blow up and know me
Don't even contemplate a theory
About jerkin' me

You ain't got work for me (no work, no work)
You ain't got work for the queen
(no work, no work)
You ain't got work for me (no work, no work)
Nor any Flavor Unit MCs (no work, no work)
Check it

Play me like a child, but you know I'm grown
See waterworks, so take your broke ass home

That was the way it started
Out back in the day
A little singin' joint with
The hardcore phrase
Amazed I wouldn't diss another sister
'less she had it coming
And even then, I would take it to her face
My presence is stunning
Cunning as a venus fly trap
'Cause, word up, I fight
Back, you're damn right, it's like that
So step back, I'm not the type of girl
You can run through and drop
I'm not the type of girl to
Be running to the cops
I know about everything that goes
On on my block and right beside my bed
I keep a Luger and a Glock
They're for the protection of
A Flavor Unit queen me not gon' let ya go
Until me hear ya scream
I look in your eyes when I
Speak to your punk ass
I ought to put my feet to you

You ain't got work for me (no work, no work)
You ain't got work for the queen
(no work, no work)
You ain't got work for me (no work, no work)
Nor any Flavor Unit MCs (no work, no work)

Now, this wicked curse hurts
Spank your girls and boys, I'm annoyed
You gots no work
So I lurk to keep you unemployed
I'm a part of a tribe with a vibe
I scribe with nine lives
You're kicked inside outside
I used to ride the path across
The tracks in your mouth
Until I jumped the turnstile and
The conductor threw me out
You feelin' kinda horny? Call a
Clinic on that crotch
You's a dingy, dirty bitch
So I gotta Shout it out
I had it up to here, plus there
'Cause I'll be here plus there
We'll bump heads
There's nuff lumps everywhere
Nigga-niggas say the hood ain't changed
I get my niggies with the hoodies
Far from goody, but they're bad instead
We're ready for the worst things first
Anything you thought, I thought
Twice, thought through, and thought first
The queen picks the verse off a shirt
You hurt when I smirk 'cause you know first

You ain't got work for the queen
(no work, no work)
You ain't got work for me (no work, no work)
You ain't got work for the queen
(no work, no work)
You ain't got work for me (no work, no work)
You ain't got no work for the queen
(no work, no work)
Nor any Flavor Unit MCs (no work, no work)
I said you ain't got no work for me
(no work, no work)
I said you ain't got no work for me
(no work, no work)