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lirik lagu jeezy - put on (mega remix)

[verse 1: ludacris]
now before my n~gga jeezy made this song for the city
before wayne put out a milli and then in a week he sold a milli
before jd threw ten thousand on the floor at magic city
before usher jumped the broom, before he confessed that sh~t to chilli
before dj drama dropped the southern gangsta grilly
before puff daddy changed his f~cking name to diddy
before janet jackson went on the tube and showed her titty
i been reppin’ for atlanta and i been rеppin’ for my city
you could ask dallas austin you could ask rico wayde
i kept the lights on in atlanta whеn goody and cash took a break
and you can say that “he this” and you can say that “he that,”
but one thing’s for d~mn sure i put the city on my back
and i ain’t goin’ nowhere that movin’ money ain’t changed em’
but the vaults were too small at the bank so i rearranged em’
these rappers around my way ain’t got mo’ money then me
i’m blinded by my own ice but i got mo’ money to see
and i ain’t dissin’ i’m just spittin’ what i call is the truth!
so catch me ridin’ without that thang what you call is the roof!
i got the money in my palms like i carved the malouf!
cuz i gotta make myself clear just like a bottle of goose!
and i can see right through ya
don’t let the mic fool ya
say the wrong words and my cl!ck might do ya
so before you go runnin’ your mouth and say some sh~t you’ll regret
this is just a small verse so that these boys don’t forget
i put on
[verse 2: ludacris]
i ball hard on my first album but i ball harder today
plus, i just opened up a restaurant in the heart of the ‘a’
i payed my dues in my city and i’m throwin’ the finger to all the haters
me and the mayor just bought back the martin luther king papers
now how hard is that sh~t, how much harder can that get
hard as the ar will make these n~ggas do a back~flip
watch it in atlanta cuz i’m all over your girl
first n~gga with a polo beat i pimped all ova the world
first to put on cash money when they came to the “a”
shout~out to my n~gga pooh like sh~ sh~ shawty!
from the goon squad to the shottas
dope boys to the rastas
luda represents this sh~t from the college park to the oscars
put on a tuxedo, get incognito
got game for ya b~tch i shoot it like a torpedo
so before you go runnin’ your mouth and say some sh~t you’ll regret
this is just a little verse so that these boys don’t forget
i put on

[hook: young jeezy]
i put on for my city, on~on for my city
i put on for my city, on~on for my city
put on (eastside) put on (southside)
put on (westside) put on, let’s go
i put on for my city, on~on for my city
i put on for my city, on~on for my city
put on (eastside) put on (southside)
put on (westside) put on, let’s go
[verse 3: kanye west]
i feel like it’s still n~ggas that owe me checks
i feel like it’s still b~tches that owe me s~x
i feel like this but n~ggas don’t know he’s stressed
i lost the only girl in the world that know me best
i got the money and the fame, man, that don’t mean sh~t
i got the jesus on a chain, man, that don’t mean sh~t
’cause when the jesus pieces can’t bring me peace
yo, i need just at least, ugh, one of russell’s nieces
on, i let my nightmares go
i put on everybody that i knew from the ‘go
i know hoes that was fronting when they knew he was broke
they say, “d~mn, yeezy, yeezy, you don’t know us no more
you got that big fame, homie, and you just changed on me”
you can ask big homie, man, the top so lonely
i ain’t lying
so lonely, i ain’t lying
let me see what we have tonight (what we have tonight)
i’m high as a satellite (satellite)
i see those flashing lights (flashing lights)
’cause every night, every night, i put on

[verse 4: chamillionaire]
when they see me do my magic, they say “what the heck is koopa on?”
texas been too quiet, so the x~man about to produce a storm
either die a hero or the villain is what you become
hoppin in my batmobile, i ch~ch~churp the koop alarm
salad dressing cause it’s umm, plenty green and parmesan
in my pockets, in my palm, i’m about to drop a bomb
thinkin of makin vegetation, i’m the mixtape farmer john
so much green inside my jeans, it’s like i’ve been out mowin lawns
i’m the real, the rest is fake, i’m the best, the rest is cake
mixtape god i bless the tape and i put boys in they restin place (woo!)
people always test the type and they don’t never test the face
that’s the day i’m a be on tmz and the day i catch a case
think that you can take my auto and them hollows not gon’ follow? (~gunshot~)
better dream of bikini wearin genie out a bottle (bottle)
some chicks that used to strip, ask to wax the maserato
i said “forget the wax, just make it quick, just like serato” (ha)
got a spanish chick, that love the chips, she the dorito lady
she ready to frito lay me, “el gusto es mio baby”
i hear some sharks talkin like they gonna d.o.a. me (what?)
go ahead, jump in that water, promise there’s torpedoes waitin (~gunshot~)
i dropped a lot of verses but i know i’m proud of mines
i see the presidents in front of me, i’m obamatized
rappers is politicians (yes), they all be talkin lies
paparazzi like some n~z~, pop your posse like some spies
i used to look around me, like “it’s probably you that hate me”
now i open up my wallet and it start illuminatin
do your damage, do it, talk your talk and mutilate me
money talks, me and ben always communicatin’ (h~llo)
i know you’re probably thinkin, “why he talkin all that cash?” (cash)
i write my lyrics in the crib as big as carlton’s dad’s
was happy broke but super rich and they like “boy he mad”
every problem i had last year, my money brought me all of that
push foreigns like a chauffeur (chauffeur), stomp all the c~ck~a~roach a
but back when i was broker, i sold product like a broker (broker)
my next one drop it’s over (over), point out somebody doper
i bet that supersoaker flip that joker like it’s poker (~gunshot~, pow)
your boy ain’t half of me, turn him to a casualty
humble but i swear i’m not barack obama’s pastor, see
i be talkin trash, yeah the mouth is a catastrophe
don’t mistake the humbleness for weakness, cause that’s blasphemy
[verse 5: chamillionaire]
this weapon that stay attached to me, is grazin your anatomy
this gray one’ll make you call a doctor (call a doctor), call up grey’s anatomy (okay)
i be pushin cars out the garage like it’s a factory
service with a smile, serve a hatin rapper happily (okay)
never miss a penny, you can’t count your dough exact as me
push come to shove, i’m pickin up money just like a vacuum g (yeah)
always makin dough, got a bunch of keeblers after me
pro at bein active like what puffy use for ac~a~ne
if you rep that texas, i know that ya feel me
want to pop, lock and dance, then put on that get silly
want to dance until you’re sweaty, put on that p. diddy
tryin to take the mixtape market (put on), that chamilli

[verse 6: jay~z]
i put marcy on the map, i put brooklyn on my back
i put fab back on the charts, i put biggie in my raps
i put nas with def jam, i let diddy do my tracks
i put on for my city, that’s a motherf~cking fact
i put mike jack’ on stage at summer jam, “billie jean”
i put prodigy in his place on that summer jam screen
i put preme in my truck told him leave them streets alone
i predicted jail would happen, sh~t, i tried to put him on
all these n~ggas taking credit for the work that i put in
if you really put me on, put yourself on then
i put miles on that hooptie, i put hours in that kitchen
put that on my “dear mama” this is fact not fiction
feds were trying to build a case, i was headed for conviction
til the greatest flow in the world put me on television
i put on for my city so when i’m dead and gone
i got one last wish: put my yankee hat on

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