Work

From a studio session I'm in now with Blac Heat. The song was called "Work"

Work like Big Daddy Kane//
A pimp without the kane//
My son is on my chain//
Ur baby mommas on my aim//
Awaiting all challenges from you dumb fucks//
On the corner with a mic and a gun, who want what//
The answers yes when you ask can I bust//
Got that god flow, my raps miraculous//
Stop playing like I aint sick with the bars//
I spit anthrax, swine flu and sars//
Ladies need insurance messing with me, I fuck hard//
One of my back strokes will pop your bra//
C dot versy, I go hard in the paint//
And I never tried to be something I aint//
So fly when I sore through, ur baby momma faints//
Hoe ass niggas, you keep a lot of dick in your face//
Producers, don't get your beat smothered//
I write rhymes and get the chills, I'm cold blooded//

Blac heat, cv, tell them fathers hide they daughter//
She's a gonna when I spot her//
President c dot odrama//
I don't jerk, I work, u better ask somebody//
You have no resume, ur ass is a nobody//
I'm fonzi, ur joannie, too chocha to be chachi//
Watch me, I'll show you how to flow kid//
Can't hang, hand in their 2 week notice, work//
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