[Verse One: Guru]
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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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[Premier scratching]
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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: Guru] (Krumbsnatcha)
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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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[Premier sample: "This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!"]
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[Verse Two: Guru]
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Aiyyo I've seen the toughest of tough guys, the ro
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Put Up Or Shut Up
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| Gang Starr |
