Big L, Gang Starr - Work Part II lyrics

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 bitch don't really got no ass
She just poked it out
On the deelow, 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 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
Shit 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 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
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"

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 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 King Tut