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Artist: Five Fingers of Funk
Album:  Slap Me Five
Song:   Whatchayassworth?
                                      
           Tell me what you're worth 'cause in a burst of flames
        Blood stains could frame your body leaving your name in vain
     Now tell me what you did you live for more what did you give your
               Precious last breath to fetch was it a bid for
                                      
                   Fame and fortune love and appreciation
             Or did you die fighting for a brainwashed nation?
                Hey son think it through before you get hurt
             And look at your life and tell me what it's worth
                                      
                             Whatcha worth boy?
                              Whatchyassworth?
                                      
                People acting crazy major killings going on
                  And ain't nobody change 'cause of a song
        But I've got to put my two cents in sinc when does the devil
             Have your soul on lease taking it piece by piece?
                                      
                    I've tried to see why you wanna boil
             Coke and baking soda wrapped up inside of tinfoil
              You could roll like me and have a college degree
     But I can't talk 'cause you're making all that cash money but see
                                      
                   I roll the streets without a fear and
                Bullets will roll through you like beer and
             Your warrants they ain't even clear I had to laugh
        When the judge gave you a whole jail paragraph instead of a
                                      
        Sentence they took your fingerprints and now you'r chillin'
                    As a number for the next ten summers
           Now you've got a gang of time to think about your dirt
               Look at your life and tell me what it's worth
                                      
                              Whatchyassworth?
                                      
            Time is ticking away days drip through the hourglass
            Build for a tomorrow borrow seconds see an hour pass
                   Our task is to follow a righteous path
               And if you do so you know you might just last
                                      
               Another day mother may I survive the block and
                 Not be the one to let a gun do my talking
               Stalking the mic is how I like to put in work
               Look at your life and tell me what it's worth