Puttin’ in Work

Lyrics

[Verse One - Jayo Felony] This that one hit it quit it shit, fuck it forget a bitch These busters claimin' they hard but they be rollin' wit' a snitch They got this bullshit case on me and they thinkin' it'll stick I ain't sweatin that lil' shit, give these bitches a lil' dick I keep ridin and mashin, stompin in the West Coast fashion You the one to be the first to get yo' head bashed in We stay smashin' nigga only believin' is achievin' So whatever we set out to do it's gon' work this evening I'm a rider homie whether I'm drunk, high or sober The wait is over, now watch a nigga get nasty as King Cobra And I heard your freaky bitch was a monster on the dick She wanna find out if she can put her whole tonsils on the dick Loc on and yolk on it but don't choke on it Niggas got her spendin' all their ends and goin' broke on it Tell these hoes listen bitch we ain't gotta please you Cuz we puttin' in work, doin' shit that G's do and it's true [Chorus] I ain't livin' my life to please you I'm puttin' in work the shit that G's do I'm out doin' dirt to niggas I need to I'm gettin' my money on, collectin' my revenues [x2] [Verse Two - Celly Cel] Back up, back up nigga what the fuck you doin'? I'm throwin' elbows in this muthafucka tryin' to ruin Your whole career, when I'm twisted up eight hundred beer Jump in the mob car and steer, heart pumpin' no fear You niggas don't know me, watch out 'fore I pop out with this Glock out Clearin' yo 'block out, got all these niggas wishin' they got out The game, 'fore I shot out everything in the parking lot out Got 'em snitchin' and tellin' 'em there's APV's on every cop out Now it's hot out, they still can't stop me from gettin' my paper I got hide outs, these bitches is out here catchin' the vapors Flee the scene, they shoulda told you that Celly was crazy Got 'em pushin' up daisies now I'm layin' low with baby Spyin' on the under, wonderin' what's gon' happen next Money, murder and sex got me sleepin' with a TEC No respect so I took it early in the game No money 'til I came up on them birdies, mayne [Chorus 2x] [Verse Three - Spice 1] Got me fucked up, baby, see I can't play with the game This nigga's speakin' up on my casket, talkin' bad on my name Don't get it twisted it's all love but this gangsta shit is real Niggas get caught up in the drama and end up killed But I can't have that shit, I ain't tryin' to see no coffin That's why I stay focused on hatin' ass niggas often Hennessy got me seeing enemies in threes So I'm bustin' at the one in the middle and please believe It ain't no hesitation, never no glitch in my matrix I stay on point, ready to dump, hit niggas up in they faces Wit' 4-4 slugs! Blowin' niggas up out they Lugz Switch to the bucket and smash off to Mo' Thug Baby, my life ain't got no price on it 600 for the vest, a G for the chopper wit' a knife on it So welcome to the ghetto muthafucka To them niggas that think that they can't be touched well I'mma touch ya [Chorus x 4]