Putting Work In

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You know Johnny Rockets over priced
Pour you some D'ussé that's over ice
That's from the club
Sold by the shot
Wanna double up?
1 ounce
And youngins want to buy a cup
Bunch of ice with a splash
Shit weak as fuck
Get up and walk
Boogie slipping up
Disregard the Butter Soft
Had to lite you up
Kings of Comedy
Have em' laughing in harmony
Pardon me, what's your name, Darling?
More range than Top Golf
I can get you outta that knock off
WCW
I'm Eric Bischoff
Scoff at any scalawag pissing my bitch off
Charter then lift off
We air born like Corona
Gave her some dick
The organ donor
DB coach
All of my homies played the corner
Cover 2
Worry bout your jurisdiction
Handle your assignment
Play your position
If V.I.C. - Wobble
Align him with direction
Only models and bottles in the section
Same with the session
That's when we mixing
Cuz when we working
My nigga
It's Strictly Business
Unfinished Business
Business As Usual
Relax
It's Business Never Personal
Youngins Making Dollars with the catalog
We out
Selling dope on the DOW
'Bout to finish the race
They pushed the line back a mile
Accustomed to fuckery
We'll figure it out
Turn scraps into soul food
A meal and a smile
But it's been a while
Since wealth welcomed a child
Forget tomorrow's weather
Gotta deal with this cloud
Surrounded by Jokers
All of them clowns
None of them funny
Yet I keep them around
To keep a fly nigga grounded
Look how I sound
Oxymoronic
Definite maybe
Alone together
In this comfortable misery
Intense apathy
Toss a bag casually
We working
My nigga
It's Strictly Business
Unfinished Business
Business As Usual
Relax
It's Business Never Personal
Youngins Making Dollars with the catalog
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Putting Work In
Nothing to see here
We Working
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Putting Work In
It's nothing to see here
We Working
More plates on the bar for you to lift
The gift bring money and broads
You see the rift
We took the risk
In time we had a tisk
Iron fists
Fully loaded
In the event
The reputation supersedes me
Bred my dogs to fight
See the mean streak
Follow behind The Iron Sheik
So to speak
Aim at the tip of Vision's widow peak
Then retreat
Playing OutKast
On the way back
Reciting SouthernPlayaListic
Wish they came back
But you know the scoop
Them label politics
Can pollute the booth
And dilute the truth
If you can keep it funky
I salute to you
But it's hard making records from that point of view
Who gon' look at you?
Sure they want some real shit
But they listen too
What they listen to
And it change like the time
Ain't no telling who
Aye I'm telling you
Mother Fucker
This shit wild



Credits
Writer(s): Edd Caldwell Jr.
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