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