Work Lyrics

Work lyrics

[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"