Papoose - Putting in Twork lyrics

We be puttin' in twork We be puttin' in twork Come around frontin' in the hood and get murked Cause we be puttin' in twork I was born gangsta your sh** is rehearsed We're in the hoopdy swervin Cause we on our way to put that twork in Mothaf**a s** a dick drinking and cursing [Verse 1] All I need is one mic, I always was dumb nice But f** the politics, we can have a gun fight You be in the club hype, spendin' chicken plus rice You don't send the homies out, but you claim the blood life When the big homies catch you they gon' put out your light Cause they doin hard time and you ain't send em one kite Cut from a different cloth, you n***as ain't cut right Man I'm from the jungle where the lions and the cubs bite Just like Tragedy Khadafi said, son right Before you bring a n***a in you gotta know his blood type Man I live the thug life, hit you in the mug light Bang, sleep tight, don't let the graveyard bugs bite If there's money in your city we be there comin' down f** hugging the block, we be bear huggin' towns A lot of n***as is claiming the wear the f**in' crown But they ain't nothin' but a bunch of weird f**in' clowns I'm aggravated, ready to air something out On that buck shot shorty sh**, yeah buck 'em down Wearin' them skinny jeans, weird f**in' styles Lookin' like a fool with your pants on the ground Since he always talking about what he trapping Trap his a** off and hit up with the magnum It walk like a duck and when it talks it's quacking Then dammit it's a duck, no joking and laughing When you interviewing a man, why you don't ask 'em If money is your motive, no j**elry, you should be stacking Why you beef with rappers if you don't possess pa**ion? And if you ain't nice, then why the f** is you rapping? Claim what you claim, then why you never flagging? Actin' like you tuff, but know you soft as a napkin I was gettin' money, re'n-up and baggin Since n***as was in the game room playing Double Dragon Ya'll complaining they need to make his bid shorter The n***a doin' less time than that b**h Martha He gon' tell me I shouldn't make my sh** harder I'm dropping street smarts, he needs to get smarter I threw my Hennessey in his face, this drama I threw more alcohol in his face than his barber My worker don't answer the phone when your clique holla They know he sellin' dimes, they're bringin' 'em 6 dollars So I'm an outsider, and you an insider But you like switchin sides, you a switch sider He my son, he should pay homage to his father Or I'mma do 'em dirty, like Hopkins did Tarver They say he a millionaire, he an impostor He ain't got that money, he eatin' off his sponsor Ya'll funny like Monique and her big daughter Not when she was in Precious, when she was Mrs. Parker When a cop act too ?thirsty to get Callous? We make a memorial service in his honor I'm a beast, how you gon' put this monster In comparison with him, he a dish washer