Krumb Snatcha - Put Up or Shut Up lyrics

[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+ [Premier scratching] "This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!" "I repeat, this is not a question" [Hook: Guru] + (Krumbsnatcha) Oh you brag about the ki's you flipped and who you done up n***a whattup? (Put up or shut up!) Poppin sh** 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. sh**, 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 sh** ain't Believe me it ain't easy like you sleazy n***as think Uneasy n***as 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 sh**, sickness and sadness Always dreamed about what I would do, if I had sh** Drop j**els 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 [Hook]