Gangstarr Work (remix) Lyrics

Work (remix) Lyrics

f/ Big L







[Guru]



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"*







[Big L]



Fuck them other cats I'm runnin with my own wolfpack



Keep frontin like you's a thug and get your dome pushed back



Cause you don't get down that tough shit you talk is profound



You's a clown, fuck around come uptown and get found



I keep my pockets wrong none of you niggaz never can touch my funds



I don't fight no more, all I do is bust my guns



While you home relaxed I'm squeezin Macks, bustin off caps



Those coward cats with gold and platinum plaques get taxed



And I do jooks and sling pies that make cream rise



It's all about these green guys, frontin your whole team dies



How I'm livin so far swell you can't scar L



Head of the cartel, sellin more cakes than Carvel



And I'm, labelled a kind thug, police got my line buck



Hope I see the days more age and not a nine slug



I'm quick to bust, that mean nuttin some team slut



Big L is clean cut with more juice than King Tut