Текст песни GangStarr f Krumbsnatcha - Put Up or Shut Up
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[Premier scratch: "This mic in my hand, I`m rulin!"][Verse One: Guru]Stupid, you know it`s time to sit and think, before we hit the brinkLockerroom, at a prize fight, before he hit the ringLike when I tell these corporate leeches they can`t get a thingOr when I tell relentless rappers they had better singThe position that anyone holds could be up to grabsI`m waitin up the ave to see if anyone foldsSince I was twenty-one years old and legalI knew the difference between gimmicky gangsters and powerful peopleI`m the reason, why the game is flippedI`m the reason, why your aim is missedI`m the reason why you`re mad I only sprained my wristThe reason my mindframe is trained in thisYou like gunfire? Better acquire the tasteCuz youf walk aroun` with full pounds by dem waistDeface property, they be laced properlyRules are rules, fools are fools, I react logicallyAin`t no way, so come, make my dayLike 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 upNigga whattup? (Put up or shut up!)Poppin shit about the chicks and the whips you gotYou think you hot? (Uh-uh, man - you put up or shut up!)Always talkin bout your dough and your wealth and fameYouse 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 guysGet reduced of their juice against the wall like small friesAll rise, it`s time to do the damn thingI`m all wise, my mind exercise like handspringsCrazy degrees of difficultiesRemain mackin chicks, O.G. shit, the ten prixs(?)Please, you know my peoples want a lot, the corner`s hotWe gettin love on y`all blockAnd that`s gangsta, but a lot of shit ain`tBelieve me it ain`t easy like you sleazy niggaz thinkUneasy niggaz blink, when I step to the stageAnd don`t flinch, don`t move a inch, I`m bout to empty the gaugeI`ve witnessed the bad shit, sickness and sadnessAlways dreamed about what I would do, if I had shitDrop jewels infinite for the blind deaf and dumbDown with M.O.P. and Bumpy plus I just left Krumb[Verse Three: Krumbsnatcha]But I`m back.. ha, fresh out of the maxAnd I`m gettin at you catsAiyyo popped out the beast, met The Ownerz with the leaseSoldifyin contracts over dope beatsLearned a whole lot up in these streetsLike when to talk, when to spark, and when not to speakI do the one before a gun come outPlus y`all don`t really wanna see Krumb dumb outA ghetto doctrine to watch every pistol popAnd then while you watchin examine all optionsYoung bodies in the coffin more oftenIt stay the same from Brooklyn to BostonEvery interstate, more youth with the inner hateDeep in the struggle, puttin food on they dinner plateHungry W.O.L.V.E.S. that roll thick in packsAnd pray on you cats with the gangstafied rapsExtortion, only gettin left with abortionPullin out tools on them fools who be flossin[Chorus]