Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Put'em Up, artist - Pastor Troy. Date of issue: 28.04.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Put'em Up |
| I’m a west side nigga so fuck what ya think |
| I’m a south side nigga so fuck what ya think |
| I’m a north side nigga so fuck what ya think |
| I’m a east side nigga so fuck what ya think |
| Now you can catch me in a black tee iced up |
| In the club on a freak wit my sess up |
| See I don’t give a fuck |
| Nigga knuck if you buck |
| I see through these weak niggas cuz i peak niggas |
| On my street niggas throwin up the east side buckin on hoes |
| Get out my face young nigga fo i shot at your nose |
| I stay strapped call these fake niggas aint givin me that |
| Now he aint thinkin cuz i had to put a hole in his cap |
| Don’t get it twisted by the rap homes |
| The way I rock homes |
| Stay in the streets with bricks get my grind on |
| I fuck wit real niggas out in the field niggas |
| 2.5 on a crip befo the deal niggas |
| Ya think im playin wit ya betta listen what i’m sayin to ya |
| Ya push me ima have to put these hands to ya |
| I’m on as concrete the nightmare on yo street |
| Aint nobody in the A fuckin wit me |
| Yea im back (back), drop top 'lac on deck |
| Crease in my slash shawty how you love dat |
| You know the name you hear the slang |
| Shawty slurrin out my mouth |
| Aint no thang you know we damn down in the dirty south |
| I’m a east side nigga bitch i put it in yo face |
| All my niggas they gorillas they aint scared to get no pay |
| Nigga traffin servin yay keep them heaters stowed away |
| Young niggas hundred dolla billas killas where i stay |
| All my niggas they have bud and all |
| Smokin drankin servin yall |
| Young niggas we been a case, stashin dope up in they jaw |
| From the po pos trappin on the back street |
| Killa of the night ride wit work up on the back street |
| Yea I’m for real hoe |
| Catch me switchin lane to lane |
| Comin down on candy mayne bumpin out of damn shame |
| And yous a damn lame thankin that my fo dont ride |
| So Paul will work them all yall to the east side |
| Last but not least its the Pastor yall |
| Always been ready to ball |
| Big ol cars, gave me the words |
| Hit the O wit big blunts of herbs |
| South side nigga my hood rep well |
| You don’t like detroit nigga go to hell |
| All I can tell, ya washed up |
| Try me home boy, ya fucked up |
| My home boys, DSGB, the (??) is ridin with me |
| For ever damn the real rep the real |
| I’m puttin it up for my nigga Dolla Bill |