Put Up Or Shut Up Lyrics - Gangstarr

(feat. 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+ 

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(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)