Work It Out

[Puffy]

As we proceed

To give you what you need

B.I.G. mutha fucka's

Lil' Cease mutha fucka's

[Bristal]

Yo handsome Hansun

Got dough like the Hanson's

Niggas come fast went out like Helly Hanson

Mr. Bristal you will never catch me dancin'

Often prancing only in a mansion

In the party I'm high and drunk I see you glancin'

Never blow my cool, even if it's jammin'

If shit hit the fan then I got the cannon

Cock, lick-shots, leave 'em where they standin'

You can call the cops, I never get ran in

Call Blake C., ya'll get the understanding

Who my man is, who the fam' is

All that bullshit you talk? Can it, we own the planet

It's a definite, niggas over money, reppin' it

Armageddon it, destroy e'rything when we settin' it

You delicate, far away in the country where you better get

Assets in, nigga

Ya'll need to get wit' some veterans

1 - [Big Harve]

You don't wanna play around

You don't wanna play around

You don't wanna play around with me

No more, I'll kill you

You don't wanna play around

You don't wanna play around

You don't wanna play around with me

No more, I'll kill you

[Lil' Cease]

Yo, yo, yo

Niggas wanna start shit, push the button

See the dough flip from the carpet

Me and Bris' about to lock down the market

Gats be sparkin', they lie too

Got crips in blood, that part true

B-Roc I'mma die for you

Till this day, I'mma ride for you

And God forbid, gotta die too

When you pull that gat, I'll be right beside you

To guide you, on who to hit and not to

If a nigga guilty, got to die too

That's the real-la, you're talkin' to the roach killer

For more scrilla

About to upset New York like Reggie Miller

Once they say you turn thug, you turn killer

Man, it's hard to turn back when a nigga feel ya

That's why they tell ya you're nobody 'til somebody kill ya

That's why until ya play it back, don't get too familiar

Cause if you get too close, my nigga's might fuckin' killa ya

Nigga

Repeat 1 while:

[Lil' Kim]

Another one

The Queen Bee, extraordinaire

Lil' Cease, commin' at'cha

For the year 2000 and the new millennium, Uh

Fuck all you hoes, I blows like suits

Bitches don't shake my hand, they salute the lieutenant

Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal highness

Pocohontas, Mafia's behind us, ballin' like Utah

Didn't think a ghetto bitch could come this far

From pushin' Buicks to candy apple red Jaguars

Bitch think I'm rich, I could rock a fool blue suit

A furry Kangol with some cowboy boots

And still be the shit of the night

When I come through

You be on the side holdin' ya cups like the bums do

Waitin' for the Queen to put some change in it

I pull out a 'G' and drop it with a hundred grand left in my pocket

I promoted this shit, so I got's to make a profit

And all the ends are sins to my men's, down his prophet

Me and Lil' Cease, it's part two, me partners

Layin' niggas down like carpenters

So pardon us, like Nike's, we just do it

We ain't amateurs to this shit, we used to it

And all the bodies I killed, keep 'em on file

So when they anniversaries come, we pop Cristall

Ask Bristal, the Golden Child, ta-dow

Take it how I gives it, you talk it, you live it

And don't forget it, bitches

[Puffy]

Stop tryin' to sound like her too, bitches

Repeat 1 while:

[Lil' Kim]

Ya'll muthafucka's do not wanna play with us

Ya'll don't wanna play with us

We will fuckin' kill you

Set the fucka's right

I'll fuckin' kill you

I don't give a fuck who it is

You don't wanna play around