Gangstarr Put Up Or Shut Up Lyrics

Put Up Or Shut Up Lyrics

f/ Krumbsnatcha







[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 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!)







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[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]