Work Is Never Done

[Intro: Legacy] Yeah, N.O.T.S Click Big L Check it out [Verse 1: Legacy] To be precise, niggas ain't shit on the mic I smoke the Buddha and drank, and don't believe shit 'til 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? Fuck 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 are stalkin' ya, don't forfeit from my little orchestra I'm duckin' officers and stole a fortune from the orphaners Shit 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, freakin' 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 motherfuckin' sewers and rats I get hyped too, probably fight you and bite you Your style is vital like you was takin' all your hits from Ryu And my crew will always try you, watch who you lie to We undercover like pillows, makin' wives widows Late night like Jay Leno, we see through you like a window And have you coughin' up the info But fill my cup up with the hardest The rolled-blunt-check artist from Harlem, who's always on target [Chorus: Legacy & Man The General] 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 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 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 runnin' from jake, I got moves to make Shows out of state, when I'm ready, gettin' cake like Debbie Man and Legacy, N.O.T.S Click, count a roll thick Label us junkies 'cause we addicted to dead presidents Never hesitant when it comes to the bank roll Bitch nigga fold, head crack on the next row Stompin' predators, my whole team will fuckin' wet at ya Back Beretta ya for the cheddar, so whatever your heart desire I walk a tightrope with a barbed wire And never fail, even the blind feel me readin' braille Record sales through the roof, bitch I'm livin' proof Bust the Dutch and break the seal on a hundred proof Up in the party, gettin' naughty off the Don Bacardi Karim, Jamal and Xperado got the extra bottle My motto, fuck with a chick that throat is hollow She could swallow the work and throw that shit back up tomorrow Follow my every step, hard as a brick but slick like Johnny Depp Battles I never lost none, don't knock me cause I'm flossin' [Chorus: Legacy & Man The General] 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 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, fuck them other cats, I'm runnin' with my own wolfpack Keep frontin' like you's a thug and get your dome pushed back 'Cause you don't get down, that tough shit you talk is profound You's a clown, fuck around, come Uptown and get found I keep a pocket full, none of you niggas can touch my funds I don't fight no more, all I do is bust my guns While you home relaxed, I'm squeezin' MACs, bustin' off caps Those coward cats with golden platinum plaques get taxed And I do jooks and sling pies to make cream rise It's all about these green guys, front, your whole team dies How I'm livin'? So far, swell, you can't scar L Headed a cartel, sellin' more cakes than Carvel And I'm labeled a kind thug, police got my line bugged Hope I see the grave from old age and not a 9 slug I'm quick to bust a mean nut in some teen slut Big L is clean-cut with more jewels than King Tut, what? [Chorus: Legacy & Man The General] 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 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