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Mag Lyrics

Hey!
Mag is starting the song.

Butter.
This line seems to be unrelated to the song's meaning.

"One of us! Right away!"
Mag is calling out to those who share his lifestyle and calling them to action.

"Work"
This is the title of the song and serves as a call to action.

Uh, where all my hustlers? (Where them thugs at?) All my ballers. What, let's do it like this. (Get up!) Uh, what. (Indiana, Indiana!)
Mag is calling out to those in the rap community who share his lifestyle and getting them amped up to work hard and hustle.

"Work" Mag in this muth yo. Killa Castro from Queens, trigga Treach. (New Jeru, Dirty Jerz.)
Mag is introducing himself and his fellow rappers and representing their hometowns.

Well can you get it like I get it, I got to get my blood Known for slangin yayo and part the lick with my thugs Fuck you, fuck your crew fool and all that shit Bitch, it's a new nigga on the premesis "Work"
Mag boasts about his ability to deal drugs and warns his competition to back off because he has arrived.

Ah, puttin it down like I knows to What, splittin these hata's wigs like I'm supposed to Whenever you, wanna act the fool, and come and test Get that ak slug through your vest Forget your dog, get bucked Wind up and see you with all the garbage stuck Now you in the depths of Hell, feel like damn it ain't my lucky day Never shoulda looked my way, motherfucker Don't trust your bitch ass fool as far as I can thrust ya Don't make no sudden moves fool and I won't have to bust ya Trigga Treach he got his pistol do We puttin in work from here to Russia fool So what the fuck y'all here to do "Work"
Mag describes the consequences of crossing him, bragging about his ability to handle guns and violence. He intends to work hard and do whatever it takes to succeed.

Huh, and it's on like that Motherfucker and it's on like that "I puts in work" And it's on like that Yo dog I hope you cleaned your strap "Uh huh, 'cause I puts in work"
Mag continues to hype himself and his crew up, noting that they are always ready to work hard and defend themselves.

Fatal how the hood'll hate you, caught up in drama Colors and ganja like black autototes for armor Millies and macks never the same pocket Kept his phillies and crack how the streets rock it Switch em, b cases like he fathered the system Organized block cinemas away from the prison With souls, lost rows and so on Fall victim to the streets and so much can go wrong Rebels meet crumble and majesties for salaries Out of towners and goose downers introduce pounders A lay loot for power evil roots shoot through cowards Lettin other niggas just regulate they hours Coke or chronic, philly roll millie by his scrotum Barrel x to g packs Never got along with cops, like it was Brett Favre and D backs It's how rap cats believe that "Just puttin in work" And it's on like that Castro, you know it's on like that "Huh huh huh huuuh work" And it's on like that Yeah y'all we gettin it on like that "Puttin it in y'all, puttin it in y'all"
Mag describes the violent and dangerous world he lives in, and how easy it is to fall victim to it. He discusses the power structures within his community and the struggles between different groups. He notes that he puts in hard work to succeed in this difficult environment.

Check it, I get deep voice like Barry All you keep, naw you keep Forgot I got permit to carry All you sleep Look at me, his face I'll bury I look at you and say that's what happens when cousins marry "Work"
Mag brags about his deep voice and his ability to carry a gun, warning his competitors to stay out of his way. He makes fun of those who doubt him and warns them of the consequences of crossing him.

Hate that funk shit, don't show up Tore up from the floor up My gat's so fat it needs to loose weight like hold up On the run huh, it might be bailin in a Bronco I be layin low from Rocko In a condo outside of Toronto How I feel about y'all poppin shit Like a constipated port a lot of noise but you ain't droppin shit This is me here, it ain't no other man Always into somebody's business like you was "Work"
Mag hates those who doubt him or make fun of his music style. He brags about his gun and his ability to stay hidden and warns his critics to back off, noting that he is always watching and always ready to fight.

Nigga I puts in like ten men Kick up more dust than dirt Drinkin more gin than Vin Well see no El Nino or ghetto tsunami Couldn't drop up on me so we got to fuck over Tommy "I puts in work" I puts in work, and it's on like that Motherfucker with them snakes and rats I puts in work "Work"
Mag summarizes his hard work and hustle, noting that he works ten times as hard as others. He brags about his ability to drink and notes that even natural disasters can't slow him down. He also seems to imply that he has defeated someone named Tommy.

"Work" "New Jerus y'all Dirty Jerz y'all" "Work" "Ah ow, Indiana comin on through" "Work" "Oh, what it mean y'all comin from Queens" "Work" "Hey, put it down for my town"
Mag is representing his hometowns of New Jersey, Indiana, and Queens, and he continues to call out to rappers who share his lifestyle and work ethic.