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Naughty by Nature - Work lyrics
featuring Castro Mag * also appears on the _Butter_ Soundtrack and Mag's "Hustlaz Heaven" [Mag] (Castro) "Car Wash sample" "Hey!" Butter. "One of us! Right away!" "Work" Uh where all my hustlers? (Where them thugs at?) All my ballers. What let's do it like this. (Get up!) Uh what. (Indiana Indiana!) "Work" Mag in this muth yo. Killa Castro from Queens trigga Treach. (New Jeru, Dirty Jerz.) [Mag] Well can you get it like I get it, I got to get my blood Known for slangin yayo and part the lick with my thugs Fuck you, fuck your crew fool and all that shit Bitch, it's a new nigga on the premesis "Work" Ah, puttin it down like I knows to What, splittin these hata's wigs like I'm supposed to Whenever you, wanna act the fool, and come and test Get that ak slug through your vest Forget your dog, get bucked Wind up and see you with all the garbage stuck Now you in the depths of Hell, feel like damn it ain't my lucky day Never shoulda looked my way, motherfucker Don't trust your bitch ass fool as far as I can thrust ya Don't make no sudden moves fool and I won't have to bust ya Trigga Treach he got his pistol do We puttin in work from here to Russia fool So what the fuck y'all here to do "Work" Huh, and it's on like that Motherfucker and it's on like that "I puts in work" And it's on like that Yo dog I hope you cleaned your strap "Uh huh, cuz I puts in work" [Castro] Fatal how the hood'll hate you, caught up in drama Colors and ganja like black autototes for armor Millies and macks never the same pocket Kept his phillies and crack how the streets rock it Switch em, b cases like he fathered the system Organized block cinemas away from the prison With souls, lost rows and so on Fall victim to the streets and so much can go wrong Rebels meet crumble and majesties for salaries Out of towners and goose downers introduce pounders A lay loot for power evil roots shoot through cowards Lettin other niggas just regulate they hours Coke or chronic, philly roll millie by his scrotum Barrel x to g packs Never got along with cops, like it was Brett Favre and D backs It's how rap cats believe that "Just puttin in work" And it's on like that Castro, you know it's on like that "Huh huh huh huuuh work" And it's on like that Yeah y'all we gettin it on like that "Puttin it in y'all, puttin it in y'all" [Treach] Check it, I get deep voice like Barry All you keep, naw you keep Forgot I got permit to carry All you sleep Look at me, his face I'll bury I look at you and say that's what happens when cousins marry "Work" Hate that funk shit, don't show up Tore up from the floor up My gat's so fat it needs to loose weight like hold up On the run huh, it might be bailin in a Bronco I be layin low from Rocko In a condo outside of Toronto How I feel about y'all poppin shit Like a constipated port a lot of noise but you ain't droppin shit This is me here, it ain't no other man Always into somebody's business like you was (?) "Work" Nigga I puts in like ten men Kick up more dust than dirt Drinkin more gin than Vin Well see no El Nino or ghetto tsunami Couldn't drop up on me so we got to fuck over Tommy "I puts in work" I puts in work, and it's on like that Motherfucker with them snakes and rats I puts in work "Work" And it's on like that Hope you motherfuckers watch your back Cuz I puts in work "Work" "New Jerus y'all Dirty Jerz y'all" "Work" "Ah ow, Indiana comin on through" "Work" "Oh, what it mean y'all comin from Queens" "Work" "Hey, put it down for my town |
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