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bloods - puttin' in work lyrics

[do or die]
i’m holdin’ my 9
fillin’ the clip with teflon tips, so
when i pull the trigger
it’s penetratin’ sh-t
i grab my gat and pull the trigger of the 9
shoot you in the head, it’s gonna blow your f-ckin’ mind
i’m peelin’ caps like monkey peels banana
a k!ller for hire
just like santana
or spitzer
slobs be flamin’ but my 9 is quicker
i’m crippin’ for life so slobs i’m gonna get ya
uh, i’m bendin’ corners, rollin’ routes in this huh
drinkin’ hurt and jerk
smokin’ on the blunt
turnin’ down crippin’ ain’t easy on the stereo
lights low, here i go, slobs yellin’: hit the floor!
but it’s too late cause i’m smokin’ up some sh-t
pumpin’ the trigger quick
and pop in another clip
pumpin’ the trigger quick
and pop in another clip, stab the gas
the buckets bendin’ corners again
turn up the sound, feelin’
amped from the k!llin’, hits the bucket
as i flee from the scene, jump into my ride
and go through martin luther king till my n-gga sin
for him i’m all in

” … m-th-f-ckin’ bullet
i got your back
godd-mn right cuz
you don’t hear me though
f-ck all y’all slobs
puttin’ in much work ”

[blue rag]
i’m deliverin’ real in every form and characteristic
layin’ slobs in their m-th-f-ckin’ casket
puttin’ in work cause my mind’s gone
lookin’ on my chrome to blow off a slob’s dome
and watch him bleed cause i care less
i don’t give a f-ck
i put two more in his chest
so beware of the n-gga named blue rag
a crazy–ss crip with a 4-4 mag
so watch out cause i’mma get you too
another slob bites the dust, fool!
put my pen through the paper
i’m on my crip caper
to k!ll me a slob
mentally on paper
but if you want to go further than that
i’ll get physical
and peel your m-th-f-ckin’ cap back
i give a f-ck i’m on my side bro
just to let you know
for your m-th-f-ckin’ info
trick–ss n-gga
remove the dread
you live a lot longer
and won’t end up dead
cause i’m a trigga happy crip straight slob k!llin’ expert
puttin’ in much work

” puttin’ in work for the m-th-f-ckin’ slob–ss n-ggas
godd-mn right
you know i’m sayin’
right
n-gga sin…
hurtin’ and all that… m-th-f-ckers
doin’ dirt like that you know i’m sayin’ n-gga
this is crips, ahaha ”

[awol]
my n-gga sin got shot so i jumped in my ‘4
swoop around the corner then i’m aimin’ for the window
i saw a shadow
the right one or the wrong one
it doesn’t matter
so i just peeled a strong one
i heard a scream and slob’s momas started runnin’ out
i’m vibratin’ cause my bullet keep comin’ out
puttin’ in work a n-gga said by george
while i’m trippin’ and sendin’ slobs to the morgue (ahaha)
elm street
just got picked off
dued 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 (oh yeah loc)
i pumped a few right dead in his -ss
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 snoops just died out
you never know what a n-gga is runnin’ for
less known what a n-gga is gunnin’ for
find a slob and he ends, deleted (delete his -ss)
i put in work so my day is complete

” aw godd-mn right we gon’ puts’ in m-th-f-ckin’ work
snoop–ss avenues pirus
a-p-b bullsh-t
all you m-th-f-ckin’ crenshaw maggots
ca-rip!
inglewood f-ggots
f-ck all you slob–ss n-ggas ”

[do or die]
another night on a mission
double the barrel, double the high
double the bucks that i’m dishin’
i see a n-gga from the other side (k!ll his -ss)
hold up my gun
and aim for his f-ckin’ eyes
and when i’m gone
i’m drinkin’ on some liquor
fast forward the tape, slobs only get k!lled quicker

[blue rag]
brutally speakin’ blue rag straight sh-t
to k!ll me a slob
this m-th-f-ckin’ 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 the hour
crip to the heart but it’s still black power
f-ck the s to the l to the o-b
stay down with crip, cuzz, crip with me
(said smoke that m-th-f-cka)

[awol]
now i’mma stay down
and down for the mission
let me get my gat load the clips so i can dish it
a g ride
a grey six trey
now i can get the a-k, you go and play, huh
a ride downright d-mn sure won’t hurt (n-gga)
i gotta urge to jerk and straight put in work

” puttin’ in work
godd-mn snoops
smoke them m-th-f-ckin’ snoops
godd-mn right, cuz
k!ll their punk bit -ss, you know i’m sayin’
crippin’ ain’t easy
sorry m-th-f-ckas
i know crippin’ ain’t easy
you gon’ puttin’ in work for the 9-3’s and the 9-4
f-ck all you slob–ss n-ggas
we gon’ k!ll you mentally
and not physically on this motherf-ckin’ tape…
this is for you sin
cause this is crip 4 life
godd-mn right cuz
now i love the crip n-ggas layin’ in peace
crippin’ ain’t easy… i put in work… “

- bloods lyrics

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