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featuring Castro, Mag
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* also appears on the _Butter_ Soundtrack and Mag's "Hustlaz Heaven"
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[Mag] (Castro) "Car Wash sample"
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"Hey!"
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Butter.
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"One of us! Right away!"
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"Work"
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Uh, where all my hustlers?
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(Where them thugs at?)
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All my ballers.
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What, let's do it like this. (Get up!)
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Uh, what.
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(Indiana, Indiana!)
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"Work"
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Mag in this muth yo.
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Killa Castro from Queens, trigga Treach.
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(New Jeru, Dirty Jerz.)
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[Mag]
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Well can you get it like I get it, I got to get my blood
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Known for slangin yayo and part the lick with my thugs
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Fuck you, fuck your crew fool and all that shit
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Bitch, it's a new nigga on the premesis
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"Work"
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Ah, puttin it down like I knows to
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What, splittin these hata's wigs like I'm supposed to
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Whenever you, wanna act the fool, and come and test
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Get that ak slug through your vest
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Forget your dog, get bucked
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Wind up and see you with all the garbage stuck
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Now you in the depths of Hell, feel like damn it ain't my lucky day
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Never shoulda looked my way, motherfucker
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Don't trust your bitch ass fool as far as I can thrust ya
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Don't make no sudden moves fool and I won't have to bust ya
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Trigga Treach he got his pistol do
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We puttin in work from here to Russia fool
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So what the fuck y'all here to do
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"Work"
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Huh, and it's on like that
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Motherfucker and it's on like that
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"I puts in work"
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And it's on like that
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Yo dog I hope you cleaned your strap
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"Uh huh, cuz I puts in work"
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[Castro]
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Fatal how the hood'll hate you, caught up in drama
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Colors and ganja like black autototes for armor
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Millies and macks never the same pocket
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Kept his phillies and crack how the streets rock it
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Switch em, b cases like he fathered the system
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Organized block cinemas away from the prison
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With souls, lost rows and so on
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Fall victim to the streets and so much can go wrong
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Rebels meet crumble and majesties for salaries
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Out of towners and goose downers introduce pounders
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A lay loot for power evil roots shoot through cowards
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Lettin other niggas just regulate they hours
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Coke or chronic, philly roll millie by his scrotum
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Barrel x to g packs
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Never got along with cops, like it was Brett Favre and D backs
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It's how rap cats believe that
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"Just puttin in work"
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And it's on like that
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Castro, you know it's on like that
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"Huh huh huh huuuh work"
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And it's on like that
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Yeah y'all we gettin it on like that
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"Puttin it in y'all, puttin it in y'all"
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[Treach]
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Check it, I get deep voice like Barry
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All you keep, naw you keep
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Forgot I got permit to carry
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All you sleep
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Look at me, his face I'll bury
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I look at you and say that's what happens when cousins marry
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"Work"
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Hate that funk shit, don't show up
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Tore up from the floor up
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My gat's so fat it needs to loose weight like hold up
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On the run huh, it might be bailin in a Bronco
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I be layin low from Rocko
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In a condo outside of Toronto
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How I feel about y'all poppin shit
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Like a constipated port a lot of noise but you ain't droppin shit
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This is me here, it ain't no other man
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Always into somebody's business like you was (?)
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"Work"
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Nigga I puts in like ten men
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Kick up more dust than dirt
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Drinkin more gin than Vin
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Well see no El Nino or ghetto tsunami
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Couldn't drop up on me so we got to fuck over Tommy
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"I puts in work"
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I puts in work, and it's on like that
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Motherfucker with them snakes and rats
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I puts in work
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"Work"
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And it's on like that
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Hope you motherfuckers watch your back
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Cuz I puts in work
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"Work"
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"New Jerus y'all Dirty Jerz y'all"
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"Work"
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"Ah ow, Indiana comin on through"
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"Work"
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"Oh, what it mean y'all comin from Queens"
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"Work"
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"Hey, put it down for my town"
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Work
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