[Guru]
Are you working?
What kind of work do you do?
Uhh...
(Boy, what is it you want to do when you grow up?)
[Hook: Gang Starr]
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 b**h don't really got no a**
She just poked it out
On the d-low
I'm saying,you versus me though?
We can do this sh** 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?
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
Running my plan I'm the better man
Crazy raw
Doing my job like the mob
Blazin y'all
And disappearing 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
sh** 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 a** loser a** n***as, they can't f** 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 n***as 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]
f** 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 sh** you talk is profound
You's a clown, f** around come uptown and get found
I keep my pockets wrong none of you n***as 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 s*ut
Big L is clean cut with more j**els than King Tut