Work Part II

Lyrics

[Intro] Are you working? What kind of work do you do? Uhh... (Boy, what is it you want to do when you grow up?) [Chorus: Guru] Aiyo, I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah, surprisingly I've been layin', waitin' for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate [Verse 1: Guru] 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 a 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 D-low, 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 meatheads talk I see feds stalk, they wanna dig up the dirt, son Is it me they hawk? 'Cause I be puttin' in work, son [Chorus: Guru] I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah, surprisingly I've been layin', waitin' for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate [Verse 2: Guru] 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 TEC 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 niggas, 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 niggas out here know, I be puttin' in work [Chorus: Guru] I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah, surprisingly I've been layin', waitin' for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate [Interlude] "Fu-fu-fully qualified pro In this business of rap" "Fu-fu-fu-fully — qua-qua-qua-qua — qualified pro In this business of rap" "Fully-fu-fully qualified pro In this business of rap" "Are you working? What kind of work do you do?" "Boy, what is it you wanna do when you grow up?" [Verse 3: Big L] Fuck 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 shit you talk is profound You's a clown, fuck around come uptown and get found I keep my pockets full 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 jux and slang pies that make cream rise It's all about these green guys, front and 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 King Tut