Lyrics You Don't Work U Don't Eat - WC and the Maad Circle
"This
afternoon
we
want
to
talk
about"
"Now
I
want
you
brothers
to
dig
where
we
coming
from"
Five
yers
ago
when
I
was
in
high
school
No
bills
to
pay,
I
used
to
say
to
myself
"Life
is
cool"
I
had
a
roof
over
my
head
and
a
part-time
job
Slanging
at
OB's
birdstand
Washington
High
was
the
school
I
attended
Til
'87
graduation
came
and
I
wasn't
with
it
Kicked
out
the
house
at
the
age
of
18
No
money
for
college,
mmm,
how
should
I
handle
things?
I
tried
to
go
the
so-called
right
way
And
went
to
a
JC
but
I
wasn't
getting
paid
I'm
working
at
a
chicken
stand
now
with
the
chicken
With
a
spring
at
the
top
of
my
hat
getting
clowned
I
gotta
pay
my
rent
but
my
job
ain't
cutting
it
So
now
I'm
drinking
gin
saying
"Here's
my
alternative"
To
either
keep
doing
what
I'm
doing,
don't
trip
Or
go
and
buy
gats
y'all
and
come
up
on
a
grip
So
like
anybody
else
I
went
and
bought
a
gun
Pulling
burgs
at
night
and
now
I'm
counting
my
funds
Three
times
a
day
and
I
drive
a
coup
on
danas
Cruising
through
the
alley
bumping
on
"Hi"
to
players
Yo,
you
can
say
what
you
want
but
I
was
taught
on
the
streets
That
if
a
brother
didn't
work,
then
he
didn't
eat
"You
don't
work,
you
can't
eat"
Peep
this,
something
kind
if
for
weakness
Focus
on
the
park
and
watch
how
I
freak
this
Subject
for
survival,
got
to
stay
alive
I
gotta
eat
so
I
do
or
die
Not
a
full-time
crook
but
I
was
born
right
So
if
I
want
to
eat,
sometimes
I
got
to
jack
So
jack
I
will
and
go
get
some
presidents
A
foot
in
the
ground
and
the
other
on
an
oil
slick
Money
ain't
everything
but
either
is
brokeness
Give
me
a
knife
cause
I
can't
live
off
happiness
Once
a
brother
said
I
can't
work
for
the
white
kind
Standing
on
the
corner
in
a
soup
line
Said
he's
too
black,
too
strong,
ain't
done
nothing
yet
Waiting
on
the
fifth
for
his
government
relief
check
Humming
and
bumming,
most
hate
to
see
him
coming
And
every
first
and
15th,
these
strongs
on
his
life
But
a
hustle
is
a
hustle
and
a
meal
is
a
meal
That's
why
I'm
real
and
I
ain't
afraid
to
steal
Straight
from
the
street,
backed
up
by
a
funky
beat
If
you
don't
work,
OG,
then
you
don't
eat
"You
don't
work,
you
can't
eat"
Ayo,
I
want
y'all
to
meet
a
nigga
from
the
Lench
Mob
He
gaffled
for
his
meals
(McDonald's
is
my
spot)
Ayo
Jay
Dee,
kick
some
shit
for
the
Maad
Circle,
G
If
you
don't
work,
you
don't
eat,
need
I
say
more?
Cause
I'm
a
kick
my
rhymes
in
abundant
while
you
stay
poor
Since
I
was
14
I
raised
myself
I
built
a
roof
over
my
head
and
then
I
went
for
self
I
sold
cooked-up
rock,
made
my
way
through
school
I'm
not
saying
you
should
do
it
cause
it
ain't
too
cool
Kicking???,
playing
to
start
your
back
Talking
about
that
bullshit
prize,
you
slay
me
right?
And
you
other
motherfuckers
out
here
banging
for
change
Need
to
wise
up
and
seek
personal
gain
Or
maintain
some
type
of
pain
Cause
they
don't
give
away
hot
lunches
out
here
in
L.A.
Yo
peace
to
the
Dub
and
the
Maad
Circle
For
giving
me
the
chance
to
let
the
rhyme
just
flow
So
you
can
(So
you
can
either
sell
dope
or
get
your
ass
a
job)
Jay
Dee
(I'd
rather
roll
with
the
Lench
Mob)
"You
don't
work,
you
can't
eat"
Eiht
is
stepping
from
the
city
down
under
And
I'm
robbing
more
punk
fools
blind
like
Stevie
Wonder
Ain't
no
punching
a
clock,
I
ain't
with
it
For
a
quarter
an
hour
I
make
the
shit
every
minute
And
please,
don't
even
let
me
catch
a
brother
slipping
He'll
be
short,
shorter
than
short
With
my
hands
around
his
troat
Fool,
come
off
the
chain
and
bracelet
I
know
it's
wrong
but
face
it
A
brother
like
me
won't
win
the
lottery
Ain't
no
faking
when
it's
time
to
bring
home
the
bacon
Cause
I
was
taught
get
what
you're
gonna
get
quick
And
don't
get
gaffled
in
the
mix
So
I
guess
I'll
keep
stacking,
breaking
the
law
Checking
a
fool,
wrecking
and
breaking
his
jaw
Gyeah,
that's
life
in
the
Compton
streets
Homeboy
you
don't
work,
homeboy
you
don't
eat
"You
don't
work,
you
can't
eat"
This
record
was
put
together
by
Jay
Dee,
Coolio,
and
the
W
Eight,
Chilly
Chill,
and
DJ
Crazy
Toons
Sic
brothers
out
to
get
paid
cause
Nowadays
you
got
to
go
for
yourself
or
go
broke
I'm
living
day
by
day
cause
you
see
the
future
ain't
promised
So
save
that
drama
for
your
mama
And
make
sure
you're
out
of
my
path
when
I'm
on
the
creep
tip
Or
have
your
first
name
changed
to
R.I.P.
"You
don't
work,
you
can't
eat"
1 Straight Outta Compton - 2002 Digital Remaster;
2 Boyz-N-The-Hood
3 Dope Man
4 Fuck tha Police (2006 Digital Remaster)
5 We Want Eazy
6 Express Yourself (Digital Remaster 00)
7 You Don't Work U Don't Eat
8 Foe Life
9 You Can't Play With My Yo-Yo
10 Final Frontier
11 Get Yo Ride On
12 Bow Down
13 Bitch Please
14 Gangstas Make the World Go Round
15 Lay Low
16 We Be Puttin' It Down!
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