Put'em Up Lyrics - Singles - Baby D

[Hook] 

Put em in the air, rep where you stay (x4) 

Put em up my nigga put em up (x4) 

I'm a west side nigga so fuck what ya think 

I'm a south side nigga so fuck what ya think 

I'm a north side nigga so fuck what ya think 

I'm a east side nigga so fuck what ya think 

[Baby D] 

Now you can catch me in a black tee iced up 

In the club on a freak wit my sess up 

See I don't give a fuck 

Nigga knuck if you buck 

I see through these weak niggas cuz i peak niggas 

On my street niggas throwin up the east side buckin on hoes 

Get out my face young nigga fo i shot at your nose 

I stay strapped call these fake niggas aint givin me that 

Now he aint thinkin cuz i had to put a hole in his cap 

Don't get it twisted by the rap homes 

The way I rock homes 

Stay in the streets with bricks get my grind on 

I fuck wit real niggas out in the field niggas 

2.5 on a crip befo the deal niggas 

Ya think im playin wit ya betta listen what i'm sayin to ya 

Ya push me ima have to put these hands to ya 

I'm on as concrete the nightmare on yo street 

Aint nobody in the A fuckin wit me 

[Hook] 

[Sean Paul] 

Yea im back (back), drop top 'lac on deck 

Crease in my slash shawty how you love dat 

You know the name you hear the slang 

Shawty slurrin out my mouth 

Aint no thang you know we damn down in the dirty south 

I'm a east side nigga bitch i put it in yo face 

All my niggas they gorillas they aint scared to get no pay 

Nigga traffin servin yay keep them heaters stowed away 

Young niggas hundred dolla billas killas where i stay 

All my niggas they have bud and all 

Smokin drankin servin yall 

Young niggas we been a case, stashin dope up in they jaw 

From the po pos trappin on the back street 

Killa of the night ride wit work up on the back street 

Yea I'm for real hoe 

Catch me switchin lane to lane 

Comin down on candy mayne bumpin out of damn shame 

And yous a damn lame thankin that my fo dont ride 

So Paul will work them all yall to the east side 

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[Pastor Troy] 

Last but not least its the Pastor yall 

Always been ready to ball 

Big ol cars, gave me the words 

Hit the O wit big blunts of herbs 

South side nigga my hood rep well 

You don't like detroit nigga go to hell 

All I can tell, ya washed up 

Try me home boy, ya fucked up 

My home boys, DSGB, the (??) is ridin with me 

For ever damn the real rep the real 

I'm puttin it up for my nigga Dolla Bill 

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