| Song | Get A Job |
| Artist | Body Count |
| Album | Manslaughter |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| This stress is killing me | |
| The pressure is agony | |
| Those people work till they break | |
| While others just take | |
| Stop begging, get a job | |
| Get a gun, motherfucker, go on and rob | |
| I’m up at 5 AM, did my work and | |
| You sleep all day wondering why you’re broke | |
| Then you get on the phone and sweat your friends | |
| Sad stories, sad stories never end | |
| You claim you’re fly but always meek | |
| You’re always broke but you’re lying for weeks | |
| I got problems, too | |
| I keep seeing you | |
| I got a problem, too | |
| I keep helping you | |
| I got problems, too | |
| I keep seeing you | |
| I got a problem, too | |
| I keep helping you | |
| Get a job, motherfucker | |
| Learn to rob, motherfucker | |
| Get a job, motherfucker | |
| Learn to rob, motherfucker | |
| Do you carry a gun? You sit still | |
| You never pay me back and never will | |
| And we can man it out, you breaking my balls | |
| Till I give the fuck up and block your call | |
| I’m the bad guy with a bank account | |
| You just move to your next friend and burn him out | |
| Everyone knows this guy, this shit’s true | |
| Or maybe this song’s about you | |
| I got problems, too | |
| I keep seeing you | |
| I got a problem, too | |
| I keep helping you | |
| I got problems, too | |
| I keep seeing you | |
| I got a problem, too | |
| I keep helping you | |
| Get a job, motherfucker | |
| Learn to rob, motherfucker | |
| Get a job, motherfucker | |
| Learn to rob, motherfucker | |
| Get a job! |
| This stress is killing me | |
| The pressure is agony | |
| Those people work till they break | |
| While others just take | |
| Stop begging, get a job | |
| Get a gun, motherfucker, go on and rob | |
| I' m up at 5 AM, did my work and | |
| You sleep all day wondering why you' re broke | |
| Then you get on the phone and sweat your friends | |
| Sad stories, sad stories never end | |
| You claim you' re fly but always meek | |
| You' re always broke but you' re lying for weeks | |
| I got problems, too | |
| I keep seeing you | |
| I got a problem, too | |
| I keep helping you | |
| I got problems, too | |
| I keep seeing you | |
| I got a problem, too | |
| I keep helping you | |
| Get a job, motherfucker | |
| Learn to rob, motherfucker | |
| Get a job, motherfucker | |
| Learn to rob, motherfucker | |
| Do you carry a gun? You sit still | |
| You never pay me back and never will | |
| And we can man it out, you breaking my balls | |
| Till I give the fuck up and block your call | |
| I' m the bad guy with a bank account | |
| You just move to your next friend and burn him out | |
| Everyone knows this guy, this shit' s true | |
| Or maybe this song' s about you | |
| I got problems, too | |
| I keep seeing you | |
| I got a problem, too | |
| I keep helping you | |
| I got problems, too | |
| I keep seeing you | |
| I got a problem, too | |
| I keep helping you | |
| Get a job, motherfucker | |
| Learn to rob, motherfucker | |
| Get a job, motherfucker | |
| Learn to rob, motherfucker | |
| Get a job! |
| This stress is killing me | |
| The pressure is agony | |
| Those people work till they break | |
| While others just take | |
| Stop begging, get a job | |
| Get a gun, motherfucker, go on and rob | |
| I' m up at 5 AM, did my work and | |
| You sleep all day wondering why you' re broke | |
| Then you get on the phone and sweat your friends | |
| Sad stories, sad stories never end | |
| You claim you' re fly but always meek | |
| You' re always broke but you' re lying for weeks | |
| I got problems, too | |
| I keep seeing you | |
| I got a problem, too | |
| I keep helping you | |
| I got problems, too | |
| I keep seeing you | |
| I got a problem, too | |
| I keep helping you | |
| Get a job, motherfucker | |
| Learn to rob, motherfucker | |
| Get a job, motherfucker | |
| Learn to rob, motherfucker | |
| Do you carry a gun? You sit still | |
| You never pay me back and never will | |
| And we can man it out, you breaking my balls | |
| Till I give the fuck up and block your call | |
| I' m the bad guy with a bank account | |
| You just move to your next friend and burn him out | |
| Everyone knows this guy, this shit' s true | |
| Or maybe this song' s about you | |
| I got problems, too | |
| I keep seeing you | |
| I got a problem, too | |
| I keep helping you | |
| I got problems, too | |
| I keep seeing you | |
| I got a problem, too | |
| I keep helping you | |
| Get a job, motherfucker | |
| Learn to rob, motherfucker | |
| Get a job, motherfucker | |
| Learn to rob, motherfucker | |
| Get a job! |