Put Up or Shut Up
Album: Mass Appeal: The Best of Gang Starr
Release Date: 12/26/06
Label: Virgin
Explicit version of "Put Up or Shut Up" lyrics
This mic in my hand
Stupid
Locker room
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
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
Rules are rules
Ain't no way
Like Tom Hanks
This mic in my hand
I repeat
Oh
Nigga
Poppin' s*** about the chicks an' the whips you got
You think you hot? Uh uh
Always talkin' 'bout your dough an' your wealth an' fame
You's a lame
You got hot beats an' kids that can spit mad fire?
You's a liar
This mic in my hand
Aiyyo
Get reduced of their juice against the wall like small fries
All rise
I'm all wise
Crazy degrees of difficulties
Remain mackin' chicks
Please
We gettin' love on y'all block
An' that's gangsta
Believe me
Uneasy niggaz blink
An' don't flinch
I've witnessed the bad s***
Always dreamed about what I would do
Drop jewels infinite for the blind deaf an' dumb
Down with M
But I'm back
An' I'm gettin' at you cats
Aiyyo
Soldifyin' contracts over dope beats
Learned a whole lot up in these streets
Like when to talk
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'
Young bodies in the coffin more often
It stay the same from Brooklyn to Boston
Every interstate
Deep in the struggle
Hungry W
An' pray on you cats with the gangstafied raps
Extortion
Pullin' out tools on them fools who be flossin'
Oh
Nigga
Poppin' s*** about the chicks an' the whips you got
You think you hot? Uh uh
Always talkin' 'bout your dough an' your wealth an' fame
You's a lame
You got hot beats an' kids that can spit mad fire?
You's a liar
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