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Work Part 2 - Big L/Gang Starr
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'mma 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 b**ch don't really got no a** she just poked it out
On the deelow I'm sayin you versus me though
We can do this sh*t 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
Sh*t 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 a** loser a** niggas they can't f**k 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 niggas 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"*
F**k them other cats I'm running 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 sh*t you talk is profound
You's a clown f**k around come uptown and get found
I keep my pockets wrong none
Of you niggas 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 bugged
Hope I see the days more age and not a nine slug
I'm quick to bust a mean nut in some teen slut
Big L is clean cut with more jewels than KinAnnotateg tut