Artist: Hawk & Kryme Album: Exit 13 Song: Put Work In Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Kryme Life] Yeah, Let me tell you something man We got too many niggas out there floss’n and flarge'n Too many niggas wanna be like G's They don't know they ABC's, Yaknowhatimsayin Just tryna school yall niggas Just tryna give yall niggas the game man You'll fuck yourself up out there [Kryme Life] The streets aint for everybody that choose to roam em Guns aint for everybody that choose to hold em Cause you talk about drugs don't mean you sold em Cause it's on the radio don't mean it got me open I'm noticing a lot of fake niggas wanna step Outta they shells, Wanna get beside they selves Like they real, But they aint ring'n off like Johnson Pells From the front line to the cells How you figure that your scheme could affect my cream, (Never) Buds is getting bigger, I project my dreams I runs with ill niggas, Respect my team To many niggas burn bridges, Play the opposite of clean, (Dirty) I rely on S.I. to shut it down if I die, (Staten) Let the hood know, I'ma hold it down if I fly R.I.P. Notorious, Peace to Bed Sty, (Brooklyn) D.I.P. that's bogus, That's New York pride T.I.P. one of the best, Young fresh Wordsmiths illest spitters out there yet From an era where niggas put skills to the test And will check ya, Come see the teacher at his desk Class is in session for these boys we're school'n em Now they take'n notes, Or they just doodle'n, (What) Yo I don't think they know who they fool'n with, (Yeah) I'll burn this motherfucker down for amusement That's T.M.F., Toss more fire If a nigga try to buy it it's gone cost more prior to my last LP They last LP was tired, Before it dropped they needed some H.E When I reck cut the check, Brother pay me Since then I don't put up with these sucker emcees Cause in a hot tic-toc he'll get his shit rocked Twenty niggas mashed up, Lied to a flip box [Chorus: Kryme Life] Who put work in, Kryme Life hold'n it down On the strip in the peniles or out of town Who put work in, Kryme Life earned his stripes Pound for pound, Round for round, When I spit it I make it count Who put work in, Days, Nights, Hustlers struggle'n to get it right I put work in, Believe I'ma put up a fight For what I love I'ma jeopardize my life [Kryme Life] Man I'm going through my numbers To show these weak niggas what work mean I'm deep in the field tryna keep my shirt clean Already came out with a few stains But when you going hard, A nigga gotta charge it to the game Wearing my war scars, Took pain like a soldier It's my turn to give it, You niggas gonna fold up In the kitchen we turn cocaine into boulders On the block distribute what my team call cold crush You snitch'n and I'm take your head off your shoulders We paid attention when the OG's showed us how to rock That's why we on top, And the plan is to stay there It's my sand box you can't play here, Couple hand glocks Aint talk'n ball courts when I say that I land shots Stomach tied in knots, Sit'n in jail tryna think outside the box How to make record sales and fans come to cop See the transition from hugging on the block Picture me in the studio dumping on these jocks Yall niggas that's hate'n better lay low Cause yo, Killers gonna move when I say so [Chorus]