CRIMINALZ - Puttin' in Work lyrics

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[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 get yo head bashed in

We stay smashin nigga only beleivin 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 mutha fucka 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 'for I pop out with this glock out

Clearin yo block out, got all these niggas wishin they got out

The game, 'for 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 tech

No respect so I took it early in the game

No money til I came up on them birdies, mayn

[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

Hennesy got me seeing enemies in threes

So I'm bustin at the one in the middle and please beleive

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 mutha fucka

To them niggas that think that they can't be touched well I'ma touch ya

[Chorus x4]