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Date Posted: 14:06:11 08/05/01 Sun
Author: Calur
Subject: Put 'Em Up

Chorus 2x:
All them playas put your hands up,
All them ladies put your hands up,
Raise your muthafucking bottles up,
Raise your muthafucking glasses up,

Verse 1:
Yo raise the criss,
Play to diss,
Ballas,
Play to miss,
Raise your wrist,
Not for violence,
Put down your fist,
For yall ladies out there,
Meet you at the strawberry fair,
Take yall ladies out,
Aint no need to stare,
From the flare,
Of my gun,
Its rare,
To see a white brother,
Have ice to wear,
How much gold a pair,
Enough ice to freeze philly,
Yall must be silly,
To think im still a boy,
But im not like that really,
Im just fucking my hoes,
Yall see my fucking do�,
Enough to shine Brooklyn,
But yall still fucking know,
I can flow,
Better than that brother,
Who rapped fucking whoa,
So raise up your hands,
The bottles wit brands,
I still rule the fucking land,
Wit 2 mill� as my demand,

Chorus 2x:
All them playas put your hands up,
All them bitches put your hands up,
Raise your muthafucking bottles up,
Raise your muthafucking criss up,

Verse 2:
Yo I don�t want no haters,
Like the red raiders,
Out of daters,
Drinking gin and juice,
Call the cater,
Impress the waiter,
At two o clock,
Watch the tick tock,
Make yall think,
Who really killed Pac,
The mystery of ages,
Wit different wages,
And rages,
People tied up in cages,
Wit two feet of rope,
You dropped the soap,
Now you got two ladies,
Wanting to elope,
On Thursday afternoon,
Like a werewolf cartoon,
Howling at the moon,
Waiting for the star to come out,
To pop the balloon,
In the hair saloon,
Wit two fucking girls,
Enough pearls,
To fuck you up,
Then save the whole fucking world,
Yall still thinking,
Without drinking,
Like me on a good day,
But im still shrinking,
So raise up your hands,
The bottles wit brands,
I still rule the fucking land,
Wit 2 mill� as my demand,

Chorus 2x:

Verse 3:
Yo you still rollin in dreams,
Still fucking wit teams,
Yall better watch out,
Im taking it to the extreme,
Yall know what I mean,
When I get the do�,
Yall try to be keen,
When I enter my flow,
But yall cant stop me,
While im at the peek of the top,
Yall cant fucking top me,
Still I cant fucking stop,
From fucking wit the beat,
Yall brothers know,
Yall can take a seat,
If you in defeat,
Then take your ass to the street,
If you mess wit my fleet,
Kiss my own fucking feet,
The feet of a king,
Then Ill spread my fucking wings,
To make yall brothers know,
That this is my fucking thing,
This aint no fucking fling,
Yall rollin inside,
Wit no fucking pride,
Take the girl aside,
Cause im coming for you,
There aint no place to hide,
From the killa bee,
Ready to attack,
Yall better flee,
So raise up your hands,
The bottles wit brands,
I still rule the fucking land,
Wit 2 mill� as my demand,

Chorus 2x:

Prolude:
Yall raise your fucking bottles,
Yeah that�s how we do it,
Put �em from left to right,
Just make �em sway from side to side,
Yall get ready for the new beginning,
The new killa bee,
Yall check me out,
Im out

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