Work Lyrics

Work

Are you working?
What kind of work do you do?
Uhh...
("Boy what is it
you want to do when you grow up?)
Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti dop that's all my
eyes can see
Victory is mine yeah surprisingly
I've been laying waiting
for your next mistake
I put in work and watch my status escalate
Now I'ma
start collectin props connectin plots
networkin like a conference cause the
nonsense is yet to stop
Jakes shake me down, haters wanna take me
down
Break me down, CLAP all they heard was the sound
Yo I scoped it out,
I took your weak dream and choked it out
Your bitch don't really got no ass,
she just poked it out
on the deelow, I'm sayin, you versus me though?
We
can do this shit right here, in front of your people
See time is money kid,
and BS walks
And to me, it's funny kid when you meet heads talk
I see
Feds stalk, they wanna dig up the dirt
Son is it me they hawk, cause I be
puttin in work Son?
Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can
see
Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly
I've been laying, waiting for your
next mistake
I put in work, and watch my status escalate
You cornballs get
stonewalled, blackballed I own y'all
The veteran, runnin my plan I'm the
better man
Crazy raw, doin my job like the mob
Blazin y'all, and
disappearin in the fog
or a mist, and chicks can't resist what I
kick
They be beggin for attention or some more of the dillznick
Word up
baby, someone may have to get hurt up baby
Shit is mad shady, but I got to
get the gravy
Platinum respect like the force of a tech
keep you hittin
the deck, feelin heat in your chest
Bangin your thoughts with the hot
onslaught
A kid got shot on the spot for goin where he should
not
Viciously, I make history, instantly
Those other lame ass loser ass
niggaz, they can't fuck with me
I'm doin my thing now, to lamp later
on
Paid in the shade, with some fly gators on
But now I'm grimy as they
get, mud on my pants and shirt
I bet you niggaz out here know, I be puttin
in work
Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see
Victory
is mine, yeah surprisingly
I've been laying, waiting for your next
mistake
I put in work, and watch my status escalate
*DJ Premier cuts and
scratches "For the qualified pros"*