Car wash sample   Hey, Butter, one of us, right away   Work, uh, where all my hustlers?   (Where them thugs at?)   All my ballers, what? Let's do it like this   (Get up)      Uh, what?   (Indiana, Indiana)   Work, Mag in this muth, yo   Killa Castro from Queens, trigga Treach   (New Jeru, Dirty Jerz)      Well, can you get it like I get it? I got to get my blood   Known for slangin' yayo and part the lick with my thugs   Fuck you, fuck your crew fool and all that shit   Bitch, it's a new nigga on the premises, work      Ah, puttin' it down like I knows to, what?   Splittin' these hata's wigs like I'm supposed to   Whenever you wanna act the fool and come and test   Get that AK slug through your vest      Forget your dog, get bucked   Wind up and see you with all the garbage stuck   Now you in the depths of Hell, feel like damn it ain't my lucky day   Never shoulda looked my way, motherfucker      Don't trust your bitch ass fool as far as I can thrust you   Don't make no sudden moves fool and I won't have to bust you   Trigga Treach, he got his pistol do   We puttin' in work from here to Russia fool      So what the fuck y'all here to do, work   Huh, and it's on like that motherfucker and it's on like that   I puts in work and it's on like that   Yo dog, I hope you cleaned your strap   Uh, huh, 'cos I puts in work      Fatal how the hood'll hate you, caught up in drama   Colors and ganja like black auto totes for armor   Millies and macks never the same pocket   Kept his Phillies and crack how the streets rock it      Switch 'em, B cases like he fathered the system   Organized block cinemas away from the prison   With souls, lost rows and so on   Fall victim to the streets and so much can go wrong      Rebels meet crumble and majesties for salaries   Out of towners and goose downers introduce pounders   A lay loot for power evil roots shoot through cowards   Lettin' other niggas just regulate they hours      Coke or chronic, Philly roll Millie by his scrotum   Barrel X to G packs, never got along with cops   Like it was Brett Favre and D backs   It's how rap cats believe that      Just puttin' in work and it's on like that   Castro, you know it's on like that, huh, huh, huh, huh, work   And it's on like that, yeah, y'all we gettin' it on like that   Puttin' it in y'all, puttin' it in y'all      Check it, I get deep voice like Barry   All you keep, naw you keep, forgot I got permit to carry   All you sleep, look at me, his face I'll bury   I look at you and say that's what happens when cousins marry      Work, hate that funk shit, don't show up   Tore up from the floor up   My gat's so fat it needs to loose weight like hold up   On the run, huh, it might be bailin' in a Bronco      I be layin low from Rocko   In a condo outside of Toronto   How I feel about y'all poppin' shit   Like a constipated port a lot of noise but you ain't droppin' shit      This is me here, it ain't no other man   Always into somebody's business like you was [unverified]   Work, nigga, I puts in like ten men   Kick up more dust than dirt, drinkin' more gin than Vin      Well, see no El Nino or ghetto tsunami   Couldn't drop up on me so we got to fuck over Tommy   I puts in work, I puts in work and it's on like that   Motherfucker with them snakes and rats      I puts in work, work and it's on like that   Hope you motherfuckers watch your back   'Cos I puts in work, work   New Jerus, y'all Dirty Jerz, y'all      Work, ah, ow, Indiana comin' on through   Work, oh, what it mean y'all comin' from Queens   Work, hey, put it down for my town