Blak Czer - Put In Some Work lyrics

Gs, fake OGs, put in some work and if you don't you'll be six feet deep, creep a** n***a Dopit punks with the biscuit ma** murdering mothaf**er's a mad misfit And you can get your a** kicked f**ing with the hands And the cypress won't heal cause I could just k** a man You don't understand bout the dope selling thugers Why the cop's always chase me and my telephone's bugged I even watch slugs in your donut eating gum, it's red rummy on your mommy if your down with the feds Dead as a punk lead to the task Force many n***as with the trigger Kick it fast Later for a** give me cash You know all hoes go schizo for dope I like to make a hoe get wild Cause all my n***as know that hookers get foul having child after child Stop, hold up, look what you're doing It's a baby making b**h you need to stop screwing If I was to give you tips you would dip off to the mall And get that outfit and that weed bullsh** One of my sons played the mental one That's why Czer carries guns just to get the job done Gs, fake OGs, put in some work and if you don't you'll be six feet deep, creep a** n***a We used to write our name on the wall We was down for the ball in the project hall Stick em up Your mama used to cry all night She never knew if her baby was alright A said sounding like a gunfight A war's going on in the streets That's why so many n***as pack ink And hearts don't beat about to hit the double up quick And come up thick with my nine on my hip one time can eat a dick I'm high of the endo, I'm peeping out the window I'm sleeping though my lips won't make the ones that tendo I got to get the mail, got to make another dope sale Gotta letta move the mail with child support check jail Trying to get me on the humbug got to funk slug to the government Don't know where my mother went She's gotta think I left she for my one night stand And ain't no joke being hard broke So I claim loc It's a filthy filthy world in your hood That's why we sell crack like Solo said I can't hold it back I'm coming from the slums up the gutter I fell for many rotten mothaf**ers claiming to be brothers I got no love for nobody but me I live my lifestyle wide and look a punk b**h with my homies put slugs in my enemies I'm Blak Cs and I'm all about G It's a 211 in progress freeze please, nobody move It's that n***a Blak Cez Run for your guns and if you don't have one you can catch a bad one creep style Meanwhile your brain frames crap from the hollow-point Did you really think that Blak Cez was about throwing joints Send your f**ing a** to the morgue if you didn't know Griffi get laced a tag on your big toe Murdering fake OGs with the nine mil Straight As in school if the teacher taught to k** I'm as sick as I wanna be Don't stand in front of me Demand up for murder master it's a disaster I drew faster I'm s**y with my f**ing ghetto blaster I just trashed you little ba*tard You can't k** with the ill Cause we'll send chills through your back f** around and get checked Gs, fake OGs, put in some work and if you don't you'll be six feet deep, creep a** n***a