[Guru]
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Are you working?
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What kind of work do you do?
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Uhh...
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(Boy, what is it you want to do when you grow up?)
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Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see
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Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly
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I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake
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I put in work, and watch my status escalate
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Now I'ma start collectin props, connectin plots
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networkin like a conference, cause the nonsense is yet to stop
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Jakes shake me down, haters wanna take me down
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Break me down, CLAP all they heard was the sound
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Yo I scoped it out, I took your weak dream and choked it out
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Your bitch don't really got no ass, she just poked it out
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on the deelow, I'm sayin, you versus me though?
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We can do this shit right here, in front of your people
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See time is money kid, and BS walks
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And to me, it's funny kid when you meet heads talk
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I see Feds stalk, they wanna dig up the dirt
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Son is it me they hawk, cause I be puttin in work Son?
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Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see
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Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly
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I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake
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I put in work, and watch my status escalate
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You cornballs get stonewalled, blackballed I own y'all
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The veteran, runnin my plan I'm the better man
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Crazy raw, doin my job like the mob
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Blazin y'all, and disappearin in the fog
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or a mist, and chicks can't resist what I kick
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They be beggin for attention or some more of the dillznick
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Word up baby, someone may have to get hurt up baby
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Shit is mad shady, but I got to get the gravy
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Platinum respect like the force of a tech
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keep you hittin the deck, feelin heat in your chest
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Bangin your thoughts with the hot onslaught
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A kid got shot on the spot for goin where he should not
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Viciously, I make history, instantly
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Those other lame ass loser ass niggaz, they can't fuck with me
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I'm doin my thing now, to lamp later on
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Paid in the shade, with some fly gators on
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But now I'm grimy as they get, mud on my pants and shirt
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I bet you niggaz out here know, I be puttin in work
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Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see
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Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly
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I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake
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I put in work, and watch my status escalate
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[DJ Premier cuts and scratches] "For the qualified pros"
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[Big L]
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Fuck them other cats I'm runnin with my own wolfpack
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Keep frontin like you's a thug and get your dome pushed back
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Cause you don't get down that tough shit you talk is profound
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You's a clown, fuck around come uptown and get found
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I keep my pockets wrong none of you niggaz never can touch my funds
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I don't fight no more, all I do is bust my guns
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While you home relaxed I'm squeezin Macks, bustin off caps
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Those coward cats with gold and platinum plaques get taxed
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And I do jooks and sling pies that make cream rise
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It's all about these green guys, frontin your whole team dies
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How I'm livin so far swell you can't scar L
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Head of the cartel, sellin more cakes than Carvel
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And I'm, labelled a kind thug, police got my line buck
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Hope I see the days more age and not a nine slug
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I'm quick to bust a mean nut in some teen slut
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Big L is clean cut with more jewels than King Tut
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Work (Remix)
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| Gang Starr |
