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GANGSTARR - Put Up Or Shut Up
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Album: The Ownerz (2003)
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[Verse 1:]
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Stupid, you know it's time to sit and think, before we hit the brink
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Lockerroom, at a prize fight, before he hit the ring
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Like when I tell these corporate leeches they can't get a thing
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Or when I tell relentless rappers they had better sing
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The position that anyone holds could be up to grabs
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I'm waitin up the ave to see if anyone folds
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Since I was twenty-one years old and legal
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I knew the difference between gimmicky gangsters and powerful people
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I'm the reason, why the game is flipped
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I'm the reason, why your aim is missed
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I'm the reason why you're mad I only sprained my wrist
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The reason my mindframe is trained in this
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You like gunfire? Better acquire the taste
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Cuz youf walk aroun' with full pounds by dem waist
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Deface property, they be laced properly
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Rules are rules, fools are fools, I react logically
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Ain't no way, so come, make my day
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Like Tom Hanks I earn long bank and +Cast+ you +Away+
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"This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!"
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"I repeat, this is not a question"
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[Chorus:]
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Oh you brag about the ki's you flipped and who you done up
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Nigga whattup? (Put up or shut up!)
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Poppin shit about the chicks and the whips you got
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You think you hot? (Uh-uh, man - you put up or shut up!)
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Always talkin bout your dough and your wealth and fame
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Youse a lame (Get out of here - put up or shut up!)
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You got hot beats and kids that can spit mad fire?
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Youse a liar! (That's whack - put up or shut up!)
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["This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!"]
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[Verse 2:]
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Aiyyo I've seen the toughest of tough guys, the roughest of guys
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Get reduced of their juice against the wall like small fries
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All rise, it's time to do the damn thing
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I'm all wise, my mind exercise like handsprings
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Crazy degrees of difficulties
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Remain mackin chicks, O.G. shit, the ten prixs(?)
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Please, you know my peoples want a lot, the corner's hot
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We gettin love on y'all block
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And that's gangsta, but a lot of shit ain't
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Believe me it ain't easy like you sleazy niggaz think
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Uneasy niggaz blink, when I step to the stage
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And don't flinch, don't move a inch, I'm bout to empty the gauge
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I've witnessed the bad shit, sickness and sadness
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Always dreamed about what I would do, if I had shit
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Drop jewels infinite for the blind deaf and dumb
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Down with M.O.P. and Bumpy plus I just left Krumb
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[Verse 3:]
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But I'm back.. ha, fresh out of the max
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And I'm gettin at you cats
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Aiyyo popped out the beast, met The Ownerz with the lease
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Soldifyin contracts over dope beats
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Learned a whole lot up in these streets
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Like when to talk, when to spark, and when not to speak
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I do the one before a gun come out
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Plus y'all don't really wanna see Krumb dumb out
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A ghetto doctrine to watch every pistol pop
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And then while you watchin examine all options
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Young bodies in the coffin more often
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It stay the same from Brooklyn to Boston
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Every interstate, more youth with the inner hate
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Deep in the struggle, puttin food on they dinner plate
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Hungry W.O.L.V.E.S. that roll thick in packs
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And pray on you cats with the gangstafied raps
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Extortion, only gettin left with abortion
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Pullin out tools on them fools who be flossin
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[Chorus]
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Put up or Shut up ft krumbsnatcha
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| Gangstarr |
