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n.o.t.s. click - work is never done lyrics

[intro]
yeah, n.o.t.s cl!ck
big l
check it out

[verse 1: legacy]
to be precise, n+ggas ain’t sh+t on the mic
i smoke the buddha and drank, and don’t believe sh+t ’till it stank
when my right eye blinks, i pull heists with german tanks
this ain’t no movie scene, so why your pistol shootin’ blanks
f+ck the ranks, sergeants, lieutenants and soldiers, they dojas
if you ain’t captain of your ship, then the war is over
just like i told you, real recognize
only the realest survive, n.o.t.s got nine lives
blunted eyes arе stalking ya, don’t forfeit from my little orchestra
i’m ducking officеrs, and stole a fortune from the orphaners
sh+t is real, i leave murder scenes, no one to blame
thirty+two shots will leave you numb like novocaine
i wanna give to the community, be granted immunity
king i’m soon to be, rings and cuban links
got chicks you’d never think, freaking off in a mink
i didn’t change things, when they fall out of sync
hot tracks, when me and m.a.n in a rap
make ’em collapse, tears in they eyes from snaps
when i rap, i put fear, into guys with gats
crazy underground like motherf+ckin’ sewers and rats
i get hyped too, probably fight you and bite you
your style is vital like you was taking, all your hits from ryu
and my crew will always try you, watch who you lie to
we undercover like pillows, making wives widows
late night like jay leno, we see through you like a window
and have you coughing up the info
but fill my cup up with the hardest
the full blunted artist from harlem, who’s always on target
[hook: legacy]
work is never done until it’s over
microphone in my holster, a chip off the old shoulder
n.o.t.s got nine lives, just like i told ya
we captain of our ships, sergeants, lieutenants and soldiers
(x2)

[verse 2: man the general]
work is never done with the dilly, either hate me or feel me
really doesn’t matter, cause my goal is a platinum platter
no more running from jake, i got moves to make
chose out of state, when i’m ready getting cake like debbie
man and legacy, n.o.t.s cl!ck, count a roll thick
label us junkies, cause we addicted to dead presidents
never hesitant, when it comes to the bank roll
b+tch n+gga fold, head crack on the next row
stomping predators, my whole team will f+cking wet at ya
back beretta ya, for the cheddar
so whatever your heart desires, i walk a tightrope with a barbed wire
and never fail, even the blind feel me reading braille
record sales through the roof, b+tch i’m living proof
bust the dutch and break the seal on a hundred proof
up in the party, getting naughty off the don bacardi
karim, jamal and xperado got the extra bottle
my motto, f+ck with a chick that throat is spiral
she could swallow the work, and throw that sh+t back up tomorrow
follow my every step, hard as a pr+ck, but sl!ck like johnny depp
battles i never lost none, don’t knock me cause i’m flossin’
[hook: n.o.t.s cl!ck]
work is never done until it’s over
microphone in my holster, a chip off the old shoulder
n.o.t.s got nine lives, just like i told ya
we captain of our ships, sergeants, lieutenants and soldiers

[verse 3: big l]
yo f+ck them other cats, i’m running with my own wolf pack
keep frontin’ like you’se a thug and get your dome pushed back
cause you don’t get down, that tough sh+t you talk is profound
you’se a clown, f+ck around come uptown and get found
i keep a pocket full, none of you n+ggas could touch my funds
i don’t fight no more, all i do is bust my guns
while you home relaxed, i’m squeezing macs, busting off caps
those coward cats with gold and platinum plaques get taxed
and i do jux, and slang pies to make cream rise
it’s all about these green guys, front and your whole team dies
how i’m livin so far swell, you can’t scar l
head of the cartel, selling more cakes than carvel
and i’m, labelled a kind thug, police got my line bugged
hope i see the grave with more age and not a nine slug
i’m quick to bust a mean nut in some teen sl+t
big l is clean cut with more jewels than king tut, what

[hook: n.o.t.s cl!ck]
work is never done until it’s over
microphone in my holster, a chip off the old shoulder
n.o.t.s got nine lives, just like i told ya
we captain of our ships, sergeants, lieutenants and soldiers
(x2)

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