50 Cent - Put That Work In lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - Put That Work In lyrics]
Yo I'm tired, son
We gon' do this last one, then I'm out
It's a natural progression
First you cut a nigga
Then you gun-butt a nigga
Then you pull the trigger
Put that work in, put that work in
Make it hot, it die down, do the shit again
You know my aunt killed my
Dog and never said sorry
Niggas broke in my crib and
They stole my Atari
Man, niggas could've asked
I would've let 'em hold a cartridge
I wasn't fucking with nobody
See how niggas start shit
Instead selling crack I could've
Been Tiger Woods
But they ain't got no fucking
Golf courses in the hood
I said I'm selling dope, I don't regret shit
I'm selling dope, nigga, that good shit
I was supposed to be an A student
A valedictorian
Instead I'm in special ED trying to fuck
I'm horny they didn't like my style
They said they didn't like my style
Them same bitches want me now
In came the cash, out with the cocaine
Virgin Mary medallion hanging off
My rope chain
Four finger ring, nigga doing his thing
You get a couple bitches after
You get the bling
It's a natural progression
First you cut a nigga
Then you gun-butt a nigga
Then you pull the trigger
Put that work in, put that work in
Make it hot, it die down, do the shit again
"Can't read notes but I
Plaaaaay anything by ear
I made up tunes on the sounds
That I used to hear"
What the fuck? What the, who the fuck
Who would put this on the beat, man?
That's it, man this shit is stupid, man
I'm glad this is the last one because
Fuck that man, I'm out man what time is it?
It's like fucking 4 o'clock in the morning
Son tuu, for a mixtape, I'm going home, man
Man fuck that, I'm out
This is, they can, this is good enough
Ahahahahahahahaha aHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! gunshot
We gon' do this last one, then I'm out
It's a natural progression
First you cut a nigga
Then you gun-butt a nigga
Then you pull the trigger
Put that work in, put that work in
Make it hot, it die down, do the shit again
You know my aunt killed my
Dog and never said sorry
Niggas broke in my crib and
They stole my Atari
Man, niggas could've asked
I would've let 'em hold a cartridge
I wasn't fucking with nobody
See how niggas start shit
Instead selling crack I could've
Been Tiger Woods
But they ain't got no fucking
Golf courses in the hood
I said I'm selling dope, I don't regret shit
I'm selling dope, nigga, that good shit
I was supposed to be an A student
A valedictorian
Instead I'm in special ED trying to fuck
I'm horny they didn't like my style
They said they didn't like my style
Them same bitches want me now
In came the cash, out with the cocaine
Virgin Mary medallion hanging off
My rope chain
Four finger ring, nigga doing his thing
You get a couple bitches after
You get the bling
It's a natural progression
First you cut a nigga
Then you gun-butt a nigga
Then you pull the trigger
Put that work in, put that work in
Make it hot, it die down, do the shit again
"Can't read notes but I
Plaaaaay anything by ear
I made up tunes on the sounds
That I used to hear"
What the fuck? What the, who the fuck
Who would put this on the beat, man?
That's it, man this shit is stupid, man
I'm glad this is the last one because
Fuck that man, I'm out man what time is it?
It's like fucking 4 o'clock in the morning
Son tuu, for a mixtape, I'm going home, man
Man fuck that, I'm out
This is, they can, this is good enough
Ahahahahahahahaha aHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! gunshot