Puttin’ in Work

[Verse 1: Do Or Die]
I'm loadin’ my nine, pop in the clip with teflon clips so
When I pull the trigger, it's penetratin' shit
I grab the gat and pull the trigger of the nine
Shoot you in the head, it’s gonna blow your fuckin' mind (Mind blowin'!)
I'm peelin' caps like monkey peels banana
A killa for hire, just like Santana, or Spencer
Slobs be flamin' but my nines are quicker
I'm crippin' for life so slobs I’m gonna get ya, huh
I’m bendin' corners, rollin’ routes in this cut
Drinkin' erk and jerk, smokin' on a blunt
Turn it down, "Crippin' Ain’t Easy" on the stereo
Lights low, here I go, slobs yellin' "hit the flo'!"
But it's too late 'cause I'm smokin' on some shit
Pumpin' the trigger quick, and pop in another clip
Pumpin' the trigger quick, and pop in another clip
Slam the gas, the truck is bendin' corners again
Turn up the sound, feelin' amped from the kill against the ?Pockets? as I flee from the scene
Up into my ride and go to Martin Luther King
To my nigga Sin, for him I'm all in

[Verse 2: Blue Rag]
I'm deliverin' the real in every form and characteristic
Layin' slobs in their muthafuckin' caskets
Puttin' in work, 'cause my mind's gone
Loadin' up the chrome, to blow off a slob's dome
And watch him bleed 'cause I care less
I don't give a fuck, I put two more in his chest
So beware of the nigga named Blue Rag
A crazy ass crip with a .44 mag
So watch out 'cause I'ma get you too
"Another Slob Bites the Dust" fool
Put my pen to the paper, I'm on a crip caper
To kill me a slob, mentally on paper
But if you wanna go further than that, I'll get physical
And peel your muthafuckin' cap back
I keeps a .44 on my side bro
Just to let you know, for your motherfuckin' info
Trick ass nigga, remove the dread
You'll live a lot longer, and won't end up dead
'Cause I'm a trigger happy crip, straight slob killin' expert
Puttin' in much work

[Verse 3: AWOL]
My nigga Sin got shot so I jumped in my 'fo
Swoop around the corner then I'm aimin' for the window
I saw a shadow, the rival, no, the wrong one
It doesn't matter so I just peeled ?? one
I heard a scream and slob's momma start runnin' out
I'm vibratin' 'cause my bullets keep comin' out
Puttin' in work a nigga saved by George
While I'm trippin', sendin' slobs to the mourge
Elm Street just got picked off
Due to the fact the K-gang got ticked off
I saw the slob I was out to get
So I pause for a minute to reload the clip
I pumped a few right dead in his ass
But then I ducked down and told Crip Inch to hit the gas
Back to the hood, that's where I hide out
'Cause I'm the reason all them snoops just died out
You never know what a nigga is runnin' for
Let's know what a nigga is gunnin' for
Find a slob and he is deleted (Delete his ass)
I put in work so my day is complete

[Verse 4: Do Or Die]
Another night on a mission
Double the barrell, double the I, double the bucks that I'm fishin'
I see a nigga from the other side (Kill his ass)
Load up my gun, and aim for his fuckin' eye
And when I'm done I'm drinkin' on some liquor
Fast forward the tape, slobs only get killed quicker

[Verse 5: Blue Rag]
Blue ?? Blue Rag straight C'in
To kill me a slob this motherfuckin' weekend (Say what?)
'Cause I'm a crip, a crip for life G
Pleadin' guilty to charges of insanity
I'm goin' crazy every minute of a hour
Crip to the heart but it's still black power
Fuck the S to the L to the O-B
Stay down for Crip, cuz, creep with me

[Verse 6: AWOL]
Now I'ma stay down, and down for the mission
Let me get my gat and load the clip so I can dish it
I G'd a ride, a gray six-trey
So I can get the AK and go and play, huh
A ride down White damn sure won't hurt
I got a urge to jerk and straight put in work