| I’m loadin' my nine, pop in the clip with teflon clips so
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| When I pull the trigger, it’s penetratin' shit
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| I grab the gat and pull the trigger of the nine
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| Shoot you in the head, it’s gonna blow your fuckin' mind (Mind blowin'!)
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| I’m peelin' caps like monkey peels banana
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| A killa for hire, just like Santana, or Spencer
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| Slobs be flamin' but my nines are quicker
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| I’m crippin' for life so slobs I’m gonna get ya, huh
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| I’m bendin' corners, rollin' routes in this cut
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| Drinkin' erk and jerk, smokin' on a blunt
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| Turn it down, «Crippin' Ain’t Easy» on the stereo
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| Lights low, here I go, slobs yellin' «hit the flo'!»
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| But it’s too late 'cause I’m smokin' on some shit
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| Pumpin' the trigger quick, and pop in another clip
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| Pumpin' the trigger quick, and pop in another clip
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| Slam the gas, the truck is bendin' corners again
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| Turn up the sound, feelin' amped from the kill against the? |
| Pockets?
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| as I flee from the scene
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| Up into my ride and go to Martin Luther King
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| To my nigga Sin, for him I’m all in
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| I’m deliverin' the real in every form and characteristic
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| Layin' slobs in their muthafuckin' caskets
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| Puttin' in work, 'cause my mind’s gone
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| Loadin' up the chrome, to blow off a slob’s dome
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| And watch him bleed 'cause I care less
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| I don’t give a fuck, I put two more in his chest
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| So beware of the nigga named Blue Rag
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| A crazy ass crip with a .44 mag
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| So watch out 'cause I’ma get you too
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| «Another Slob Bites the Dust» fool
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| Put my pen to the paper, I’m on a crip caper
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| To kill me a slob, mentally on paper
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| But if you wanna go further than that, I’ll get physical
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| And peel your muthafuckin' cap back
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| I keeps a .44 on my side bro
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| Just to let you know, for your motherfuckin' info
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| Trick ass nigga, remove the dread
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| You’ll live a lot longer, and won’t end up dead
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| 'Cause I’m a trigger happy crip, straight slob killin' expert
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| Puttin' in much work
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| My nigga Sin got shot so I jumped in my 'fo
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| Swoop around the corner then I’m aimin' for the window
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| I saw a shadow, the rival, no, the wrong one
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| It doesn’t matter so I just peeled ?? |
| one
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| I heard a scream and slob’s momma start runnin' out
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| I’m vibratin' 'cause my bullets keep comin' out
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| Puttin' in work a nigga saved by George
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| While I’m trippin', sendin' slobs to the mourge
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| Elm Street just got picked off
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| Due to the fact the K-gang got ticked off
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| I saw the slob I was out to get
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| So I pause for a minute to reload the clip
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| I pumped a few right dead in his ass
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| But then I ducked down and told Crip Inch to hit the gas
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| Back to the hood, that’s where I hide out
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| 'Cause I’m the reason all them snoops just died out
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| You never know what a nigga is runnin' for
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| Let’s know what a nigga is gunnin' for
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| Find a slob and he is deleted (Delete his ass)
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| I put in work so my day is complete
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| Another night on a mission
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| Double the barrell, double the I, double the bucks that I’m fishin'
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| I see a nigga from the other side (Kill his ass)
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| Load up my gun, and aim for his fuckin' eye
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| And when I’m done I’m drinkin' on some liquor
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| Fast forward the tape, slobs only get killed quicker
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| Blue ?? |
| Blue Rag straight C’in
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| To kill me a slob this motherfuckin' weekend (Say what?)
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| 'Cause I’m a crip, a crip for life G
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| Pleadin' guilty to charges of insanity
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| I’m goin' crazy every minute of a hour
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| Crip to the heart but it’s still black power
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| Fuck the S to the L to the O-B
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| Stay down for Crip, cuz, creep with me
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| Now I’ma stay down, and down for the mission
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| Let me get my gat and load the clip so I can dish it
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| I G’d a ride, a gray six-trey
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| So I can get the AK and go and play, huh
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| A ride down White damn sure won’t hurt
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| I got a urge to jerk and straight put in work |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Puttin' in Work , by - Bloods & Crips. Song from the album Bangin on Wax, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп