We are miners, hard rock miners
To the shaft house we must go
Pour your bottles
on our shoulders
We are marching to the slow
On the line boys,
on the line boys
Drill your holes
and stand in line
'til the shift boss
comes to tell you
You must drill her out on top
Can't you feel the rock dust
in your lungs?
It'll cut down a miner
when he is still young
Two years and the silicosis
takes hold
and I feel like
I'm dying from mining for gold
Yes, I feel like
I'm dying from mining for gold
my niggas
just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood
bang yo' head
'til you break yo' motherfuckin
neck for me!
Just let me give
you real street shit
to rap in yo' shit with
We clap yo' seat
we whyle this heat
Keep bouncin up
and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck!