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Put Em Up

3LW

A Girl Can Mack

2002

he moved
Looking all hot in them Timbaland boots
I liked the things, the things he do, (oh yea, mmm mmm)

You know its time for dancing, 
Tonight

gold in my mouth like Paul Wall
Your man broadband coz he talk talk
Yo Chawe, turn me up man, it's the remix
I don't do small talk
I do pounds and kilos,

crushing
One of em slid down the slide to me
Guess I'm a dm
Ima give em conversation
Then remix the game
I don't know who to chose
Who's the one for ain't

And on Yachty and Uzi
Y'all boujee?
So rude even Kanye could get it...

Motherfuckers really wanna see me go to hell
But I don't really give a damn about opinions

kept it buzzin'
Co-signs from Timbaland and Pusha
As a youngin' i told you I had it jumpin'
I showed you niggas I'm bubblin'
Why they give Tum all them

Clientele

Sway & King Tech

This or That

1999

(The mic is contacted I attract clientele)

Yo, niggas need ta quit it actin' like they betta
Before I wear em out like a fitta wit a matchin sweater

Runnin from em
Running with my brothers
Then we split paths
Pray  for them everyday
We used to sit and laugh
I hope they gettin past
At least getting by

me right up close, you're like (Oh Em)
And where is D12 at, they like (We over here)
And where the fuck we going, we're like (No where)

[Verse 2 -

jaw, I'ma pick it up|All y'all know I'm raw, just give it up|Ouoo yeah to Hip-hop this is next|Breathe like Weezy, beat like Mr. West|Can he mention

that’s what I’ma give em when they land in last place
hand right by the…they aint too many seeing us
so they wanna take my gifts
but I wrap em with the (?)

checked
Can you tell me what's a demon to a God
I'm army by self don't need a mob
I'd rather put in work they'd rather rob
The streets ain't give me shit I

(1209 Squeeze)
(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)
Nah, nah, nah, nah

I had to laugh, it kept me from crying
Said it was all good, but I was

FDB [Remix]

Young Dro

FDB

Hustle Gang

West Side, Bankhead,(remix) that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did
It been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch that

ain't all fake
It's just 4, 999 of 'em that ain't on tape
See me? I know ya type
Lotta lip on you, you gotta overbite
How you expect to keep up wit'

that
Scream Skoden at my foes and laugh
Snotty Rez Nose Kids smoke a track
And I'll remix that with a Creed
That I step with a Blackfoot on the scene

Big Brother

Kanye West

Graduation

2007

hear it
At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he help me get my mama a crib

Big brother was

hear it
At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he help me get my mama a crib

Big brother was

Let the Rhythm Hit Em

Eric B.

Blackbeat Party, Vol. 1

Let the rhythm hit 'em

I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm, then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet-proof vest,

Dead End

Insane Clown Posse

Psychopathics From Outer Space

2000

Boy I want to impregnate?
Dr. Dre said Slim Shady you a cutie (Uh huh)
I'll give you a deal let me up in that booty (OK!)
Well since age 12 I felt like

of these youts ain't on what I'm on
But it's more than long if I'm in a bad mood
Like H, I'm big, give me space, give me room
Frisco, I've never been a waste

Timbalands gon make ya door flat
Sick of the lies all of this cap and ion wear hats
Only way you'll catch me is xannies inside a bear trap
Glock in the pocket

Never give 'em no jewels?
And if you're tired of the buffoonery
Follow me
I'll show you how to shine without jewelry
Show you how to grind and
Bought back

Run in my trap you gone leave on a stretcher (Yeah) we leave em gone forever
Took my la nigga that shit had me stressing (Yeah) that nigga gone

Put the Lead on Ya

Dru Down

Operation Stackola

1995

got a gun, you rotten nigga, I'mma pop ya
Because I'm broke, I need to feel me some ends
Give me yo' pocketbook so I can break it in
I want your