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(feat. Big L) [Guru] 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'ma 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? Letras de canciones 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 niggaz, 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 niggaz 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"] [Big L] Fuck them other cats I'm runnin 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 niggaz 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 buck 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 From Letras Mania