Ground rules
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I'll give you all the diamonds and money
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But you can't break my heart
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Cause that'll just get you fired
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and everybody needs a job
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Work is scarce, competition is fierce
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Fonzi fronting in the new leather like they don't care
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Word? Let's get you an award for that performance
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Winner in the category for the best boring
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Uh, tell the tough guys we tougher than tough times
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and needles in the nerves to make the tighten up unwind
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One time, for locking out the light in your eyes
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You're searching for your perfect one
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Broken down from getting it all
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To take it however it comes
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Plain day, you the specialest one, oh me oh my!
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I'll give you all the milk and the honey
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but you can't break my heart
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Cause that'll just get you fired
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Sloppy worker get your pay grade bust
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Work is scarce, skilled working is rare
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Fonzi fronting at the job site, primping up they hair
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Word? Well tell them only staff could drink they coffee
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Walking papers at the office, sleep late tomorrow morning
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Tell the tough guys we tougher than tough times
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and nerves don't snap when the clock touch crunch time
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That's right we tougher than tough times
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From been narrowing, to the clock just unwind
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For sure we tougher than tough times
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My proof don't need to lie, my tighten up don't unwind
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Sunshine, lifting up the light in your eyes
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You're gazing at your perfect one
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Broken down from never at all
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to better than you could ever want
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Great day I know that you had to come, oh me oh my!
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I'll give you all the diamonds and money
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But you can't break my heart
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Cause that'll just get you fired
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and you're doing such a beautiful job
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Workers Comp.
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| Mos Def |
