Work

Work - Naughty By Nature/Mag/Castro

Written by : Keir Gist/F. Moore/Anthony Criss/D. Robinson/K. Sumpter/N. Whitfield

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

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

F**k you f**k your crew fool and all that sh*t

B**ch it's a new ni**a on the premises 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

He'll feel like damn it ain't my lucky day

Never should looked my way motherf**ker

Don't trust your b**ch a** fool

As far as I can thrust you

Don't make no sudden moves fool and

I won't have to bust you

Trigga Treach he got his pistol do

We puttin' in work from here to Russia fool

So what the f**k y'all here to do work

Huh and it's on like that motherf**ker

And it's on like that

I put in work and it's on like that

You dog I hope you cleaned your strap

Uh huh cuz I put in work

Fatal how the hood'll hate you caught up in drama

Colors and ganja like black auto totes for armor

Millies and macks never the same pocket

Kept his Phillies and crack how the streets rock it

Switch them 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 huh 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

Check it I get deep voice like Barry

All you keep now 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 sh*t 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 laying low from Rocko

In a condo outside of Toronto

How I feel about y'all poppin' sh*t

Like a constipated port a lot of noise

But you ain't droppin' sh*t

This is me here it ain't no other man

Always into somebody's business like you was work

Work ni**a 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 f**k over Tommy

I puts in work and it's on like that

Motherf**ker with them snakes and rats

I put in work work and it's on like that

Hope you motherf**kers watch your back

Cuz I puts in work work

New Jerus y'all Dirty Jerz y'all

Work ah Indiana comin' on through

Work oh what it means y'all comin' from Queens

Work hey puts it down for my town