Baby D - Put'em Up lyrics

[Hook] Put em in the air, rep where you stay (x4) Put em up my n***a put em up (x4) I'm a west side n***a so f** what ya think I'm a south side n***a so f** what ya think I'm a north side n***a so f** what ya think I'm a east side n***a so f** 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 f** n***a knuck if you buck I see through these weak n***as cuz i peak n***as On my street n***as throwin up the east side buckin on hoes Get out my face young n***a fo i shot at your nose I stay strapped call these fake n***as 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 f** wit real n***as out in the field n***as 2.5 on a crip befo the deal n***as 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 f**in 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 n***a b**h i put it in yo face All my n***as they gorillas they aint scared to get no pay n***a traffin servin yay keep them heaters stowed away Young n***as hundred dolla billas k**as where i stay All my n***as they have bud and all Smokin drankin servin yall Young n***as we been a case, stashin dope up in they jaw From the po pos trappin on the back street k**a 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 [Hook] [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 n***a my hood rep well You don't like detroit n***a go to hell All I can tell, ya washed up Try me home boy, ya f**ed 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 n***a Dolla Bill [Hook]