Tytuł: Work

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   feat. Castro Mag
  
  [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"