Tytuł: Put up or shut up

• Wykonawca: Gang Starr
• Wyświetleń: 392

  
   [Verse One: Guru]
  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+
  
  [Premier scratching]
  "This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!"
  "I repeat, this is not a question"
  
  [Chorus: Guru] + (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!)
  
  [Premier sample: "This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!"]
  
  [Verse Two: Guru]
  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 niggaz think
  Uneasy niggaz 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
  
  [Verse Three: Krumbsnatcha]
  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 abortion
  Pullin out tools on them fools who be flossin
  
  [Chorus]