Work - Naughty By Nature F/ Castro Mag

[Mag] (Castro) "Car Wash sample" 
"Hey!" 
Butter. 
"One of us! Right away!" 
"Work" 
Uh where all my hustlers? 
(Where them thugs at?) 
All my ballers. 
What let's do it like this. (Get up!) 
Uh what. 
(Indiana Indiana!) 
"Work" 
Mag in this muth yo. 
Killa Castro from Queens trigga Treach. 
(New Jeru, Dirty Jerz.) 

[Mag] 
Well can you get it like I get it, I got to get my blood 
Known for slangin yayo and part the lick with my thugs 
Fuck you, fuck your crew fool and all that shit 
Bitch, it's a new nigga on the premesis 
"Work" 
Ah, puttin it down like I knows to 
What, splittin these hata's wigs like I'm supposed to 
Whenever you, wanna act the fool, and come and test 
Get that ak slug through your vest 
Forget your dog, get bucked 
Wind up and see you with all the garbage stuck 
Now you in the depths of Hell, feel like damn it ain't my lucky day 
Never shoulda looked my way, motherfucker 
Don't trust your bitch ass fool as far as I can thrust ya 
Don't make no sudden moves fool and I won't have to bust ya 
Trigga Treach he got his pistol do 
We puttin in work from here to Russia fool 
So what the fuck y'all here to do 
"Work" 
Huh, and it's on like that 
Motherfucker and it's on like that 
"I puts in work" 
And it's on like that 
Yo dog I hope you cleaned your strap 
"Uh huh, cuz I puts in work" 

[Castro] 
Fatal how the hood'll hate you, caught up in drama 
Colors and ganja like black autototes for armor 
Millies and macks never the same pocket 
Kept his phillies and crack how the streets rock it 
Switch em, b cases like he fathered the system 
Organized block cinemas away from the prison 
With souls, lost rows and so on 
Fall victim to the streets and so much can go wrong 
Rebels meet crumble and majesties for salaries 
Out of towners and goose downers introduce pounders 
A lay loot for power evil roots shoot through cowards 
Lettin other niggas just regulate they hours 
Coke or chronic, philly roll millie by his scrotum 
Barrel x to g packs 
Never got along with cops, like it was Brett Favre and D backs 
It's how rap cats believe that 
"Just puttin in work" 
And it's on like that 
Castro, you know it's on like that 
"Huh huh huh huuuh work" 
And it's on like that 
Yeah y'all we gettin it on like that 
"Puttin it in y'all, puttin it in y'all" 

[Treach] 
Check it, I get deep voice like Barry 
All you keep, naw you keep 
Forgot I got permit to carry 
All you sleep 
Look at me, his face I'll bury 
I look at you and say that's what happens when cousins marry 
"Work" 
Hate that funk shit, don't show up 
Tore up from the floor up 
My gat's so fat it needs to loose weight like hold up 
On the run huh, it might be bailin in a Bronco 
I be layin low from Rocko 
In a condo outside of Toronto 
How I feel about y'all poppin shit 
Like a constipated port a lot of noise but you ain't droppin shit 
This is me here, it ain't no other man 
Always into somebody's business like you was (?) 
"Work" 
Nigga I puts in like ten men 
Kick up more dust than dirt 
Drinkin more gin than Vin 
Well see no El Nino or ghetto tsunami 
Couldn't drop up on me so we got to fuck over Tommy 
"I puts in work" 
I puts in work, and it's on like that 
Motherfucker with them snakes and rats 
I puts in work 
"Work" 
And it's on like that 
Hope you motherfuckers watch your back 
Cuz I puts in work 
"Work" 
"New Jerus y'all Dirty Jerz y'all" 
"Work" 
"Ah ow, Indiana comin on through" 
"Work" 
"Oh, what it mean y'all comin from Queens" 
"Work" 
"Hey, put it down for my town"