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Gang Starr( GangStarr )
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Put Up or Shut Up
Lyricist:Michael Burton, Keith Elam, Demetrius Gibbs, Sharief Haq quani, Christopher Martin, Jonathan Williams
This mic in my hand, I'm rulin'
Stupid, you know it's time to sit an' think, before we hit the brink Locker room, at a prize fight before he hit the ring Like when I tell these corporate leeches they can't get a thing Or when I tell relentless rappers they had better sing
The position that anyone holds could be up to grabs I'm waitin' up the ave to see if anyone folds Since I was twenty one years old an' legal I knew the difference between gimmicky gangsters an' powerful people
I'm the reason why the game is flipped I'm the reason why your aim is missed I'm the reason why you're mad, I only sprained my wrist The reason my mind frame is trained in this
You like gunfire? Better acquire the taste 'Coz youf walk aroun' with full pounds by dem waist Deface property, they be laced properly Rules are rules, fools are fools, I react logically Ain't no way, so come, make my day Like Tom Hanks, I earn long bank an' 'Cast you away'
This mic in my hand, I'm rulin' I repeat, this is not a question
Oh, you brag about the ki's you flipped an' who you done up Nigga, whattup? Put up or shut up Poppin' shit about the chicks an' the whips you got You think you hot? Uh uh, man, you put up or shut up
Always talkin' 'bout your dough an' your wealth an' fame You's a lame, get out of here, put up or shut up You got hot beats an' kids that can spit mad fire? You's a liar, that's whack, put up or shut up
This mic in my hand, I'm rulin'
Aiyyo, I've seen the toughest of tough guys, the roughest of guys Get reduced of their juice against the wall like small fries All rise, it's time to do the damn thing I'm all wise, my mind exercise like handsprings
Crazy degrees of difficulties Remain mackin' chicks, O.G. shit, the ten prix Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Please, you know my peoples want a lot, the corner's hot We gettin' love on y'all block
An' that's gangsta, but a lot of shit ain't Believe me, it ain't easy like you sleazy niggaz think Uneasy niggaz blink, when I step to the stage An' don't flinch, don't move a inch, I'm 'bout to empty the gauge
I've witnessed the bad shit, sickness an' sadness Always dreamed about what I would do, if I had shit Drop jewels infinite for the blind deaf an' dumb Down with M.O.P. an' Bumpy, plus I just left Krumb
But I'm back, ha, fresh outta the max An' I'm gettin' at you cats
Aiyyo, popped out the beast, met The Ownerz with the lease Soldifyin' contracts over dope beats Learned a whole lot up in these streets Like when to talk, when to spark, an' when not to speak
I do the one before a gun come out Plus y'all don't really wanna see Krumb dumb out A ghetto doctrine to watch every pistol pop An' then while you watchin', examine all options
Young bodies in the coffin more often It stay the same from Brooklyn to Boston Every interstate, more youth with the inner hate Deep in the struggle, puttin' food on they dinner plate
Hungry W.O.L.V.E.S. that roll thick in packs An' pray on you cats with the gangstafied raps Extortion, only gettin' left with abortion Pullin' out tools on them fools who be flossin'
Oh, you brag about the ki's you flipped an' who you done up Nigga, whattup? Put up or shut up Poppin' shit about the chicks an' the whips you got You think you hot? Uh uh, man, you put up or shut up
Always talkin' 'bout your dough an' your wealth an' fame You's a lame, get out of here, put up or shut up You got hot beats an' kids that can spit mad fire? You's a liar, that's whack, put up or shut up
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