Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Put Up Or Shut Up (Feat. Krumbsnatcha) , by - Gang Starr. Release date: 25.12.2006
Song language: English
Put Up Or Shut Up (Feat. Krumbsnatcha) |
| Stupid, you know it’s time to sit and think, before we hit the brink |
| Lockerroom, 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 and legal |
| I knew the difference between gimmicky gangsters and 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 mindframe is trained in this |
| You like gunfire? |
| Better acquire the taste |
| Cuz 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 and +Cast+ you +Away+ |
| «This mic in my hand, I’m rulin!» |
| «I repeat, this is not a question» |
| + (Krumbsnatcha) |
| Oh you brag about the ki’s you flipped and who you done up |
| Nigga whattup? |
| (Put up or shut up!) |
| Poppin shit about the chicks and the whips you got |
| You think you hot? |
| (Uh-uh, man — you put up or shut up!) |
| Always talkin bout your dough and your wealth and fame |
| Youse a lame (Get out of here — put up or shut up!) |
| You got hot beats and kids that can spit mad fire? |
| Youse a liar! |
| (That's whack — put up or shut up!) |
| 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 prixs (?) |
| Please, you know my peoples want a lot, the corner’s hot |
| We gettin love on y’all block |
| And that’s gangsta, but a lot of shit ain’t |
| Believe me it ain’t easy like you sleazy niggas think |
| Uneasy niggas blink, when I step to the stage |
| And don’t flinch, don’t move a inch, I’m bout to empty the gauge |
| I’ve witnessed the bad shit, sickness and sadness |
| Always dreamed about what I would do, if I had shit |
| Drop jewels infinite for the blind deaf and dumb |
| Down with M.O.P. |
| and Bumpy plus I just left Krumb |
| But I’m back. |
| ha, fresh out of the max |
| And 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, and 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 |
| And 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 |
| And pray on you cats with the gangstafied raps |
| Extortion, only gettin left with a portion |
| Pullin out tools on them fools who be flossin |