Sign In Register. Album: The Main Event. I hope everybody's enjoying their mathematics Cause you can bet your bottom dollar I'm enjoying mine I ain't a gamblin' man but It's always heads I win, tails you lose heh heh heh Fruits of Labor You thought I was behind you, I'm clever, you dumb Hey there, lookin' for me? I'm ahead of you son How I'm lookin' out there? Incredible, huh? Mars, Jupiter, Neptune, wherever you from I'm from a place called Earth, and we deadin' you son Magazines say, "Did you ever sell a few guns? None of your goddamn business, that's federal son I got a heart rock-solid, money I'm 'bout it Streets is the place where I got it Yeah 1 for the knowledge, 2 get your paper I'm just enjoying the Fruits of my Labor Now you can talk all you wanna, but when I run up You gon' wish you ain't said nothing Yeah 1 for the knowledge, 2 get your paper I'm just enjoying the Fruits of my Labor What up Big Apple? Niggas wanna test me but I pass with flying colors I could tell this gon' be an exciting summer Follow little man, we got each other Nine outta ten don't make it, those harsh statistics I brought a ten-man team, unmark them digits Cause I knocked on the door, they ignored my entrance I kicked it off the hinges Everybody love that saying: "What goes around, comes around" What's y'all intentions?
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Credits Lyrics powered by www. Website image policy. Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal. Fruits of a Labor. Papoose - The Main Event. I hope everybody's enjoying their mathematics Cause you can bet your bottom dollar I'm enjoying mine I ain't a gamblin' man but It's always heads I win, tails you lose heh heh heh Fruits of Labor You thought I was behind you, I'm clever, you dumb Hey there, lookin' for me?
I'm ahead of you son How I'm lookin' out there? Incredible, huh? Mars, Jupiter, Neptune, wherever you from I'm from a place called Earth, and we deadin' you son Magazines say, "Did you ever sell a few guns? None of your goddamn business, that's federal son [Hook 1: Rell Papoose ] I got a heart rock-solid, money I'm 'bout it Streets is the place where I got it Yeah 1 for the knowledge, 2 get your paper I'm just enjoying the Fruits of my Labor Now you can talk all you wanna, but when I run up You gon' wish you ain't said nothing Yeah 1 for the knowledge, 2 get your paper I'm just enjoying the Fruits of my Labor [Verse 2: Papoose] What up Big Apple? The reason y'all feel that way, cause y'all vindictive If only God could judge, and y'all some Christians You just contradicted Cause whenever my Judgement Day come, I'mma sit down with God and kick it We all gotta go with judgement like a parking ticket [Hook 3: Rell Papoose ] I got a heart rock-solid, money I'm 'bout it Streets is the place where I got it Yeah 5 for the power, 6 I'm you're savior I'm just enjoying the Fruits of my Labor Now you can talk all you wanna, but when I run up You gon' wish you ain't said nothing Yeah 5 for the power, 6 I'm you're savior I'm just enjoying the Fruits of my Labor [Hook 4: Rell Papoose ] I got a heart rock-solid, money I'm 'bout it Streets is the place where I got it Yeah 7 for the God, ain't none greater Enjoy your mathematics -- Fruits of Labor Now you can talk all you wanna, but when I run up You gon' wish you ain't said nothing Yeah 7 for the God, ain't none greater Enjoy your mathematics -- Fruits of Labor. AZ Lyrics. Your favorite music community.
