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castro/m.a.g./naughty by nature
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Hey
Butta
Little Bush
Run away like a bird
Uh
For all my hustlers
Where them thugs at?
All my ballers
What?
Let's do it like
Get up
This
Huh
What?
Indiana, Indiana
It's the magic, it's Mobb y'all
Killer Castro from Queens
Trigga Treach
New Jeru
Dirty Jerz
Well can you get it like I get it? I got the gig in my blood
Known for slanging yayo and plotting to lick with my thugs
Fuck you, fuck your crew fool and all that shit
Bitch, it's a new nigga on the premises
Puttin' it down like I'm Nostra
What? Splittin' these haters wigs like I'm supposed to
Whenever you wanna act a fool and come and test
Get that AK slug through your chest
Forget your dog, get fucked
Butta been icing you with all the garbage stuck
Now you in the depths of hell feeling like damn it ain't my lucky day
Never should I look 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 too
We put that work from here to Russia fool
So what the fuck y'all really do?
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 clean your strap
'Cause I puts in work
Fatal out the hood that hates you, caught up in drama
Colors of ganja like it black, auto chose for armor
Millies and MACs never the same pocket
Kept his Phillies and crack how the streets rock it
Switchin', B cases like we father the system
Organize block cinemas away from the prison
With souls, lost scrolls and so on
Fall victim to the streets where so much can go wrong
Rebels meet crumbling majesties with salaries
Out of towners and goose downers introduce pounders
L.A. loot for power, evil roots shoot through cowards
Lettin' other niggas just regulate their hours
Coke or chronic, Philly roll milly by his scrotum
Barrel next to G packs
Never got along with cops like it was Brett Favre and D-backs
It's Iraq, can't believe that
Just put in work
And it's on like that
Castro, you know it's on like that
Work
And it's on like that
Yeah y'all, we get it on like that
What it mean y'all, what it mean y'all
Check it
I get deep voice like Barry
All you keep, and all you keep
Forgetting I got permit to carry
All you sleep, look at me and think I vary
I look at you and say that's what happens when cousins marry
And that work shit don't show up
So I from the blow up
My gat so fat it needs to lose weight like hold up
On the run huh? It might be Belling in a Bronco
I be laying low from Marco in a condo outside of Toronto
How I feel about y'all popping shit?
Like a constipated portal, lot of noise but you ain't dropping shit
This is me here, it ain't no other man
Always in somebody business like you a bum man
Work nigga, I puts in like ten men
Kick up more dust and dirt, drinking more gin than Ben
El Sino, El Nino, a ghetto tsunami
Couldn't drop up on me 'til we got the fuck up or drop me
I puts in work
And it's on like that
Motherfucker with them snakes and rats
I puts in work
And it's on like that
Hope you motherfuckers watch your back
'Cause I puts in work
New Jeru y'all, Dirty Jerz y'all
Work
Ow
Indiana coming on through
Work
Oh
What it mean y'all, coming from Queens
Work
Hey
Putting it down for my crown
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