Joell Ortiz - Put Some Money On It (Remix) lyrics

Grind Music b**h! [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Aiyyo Joell, I'm on this son {"Put some money on it"} Yeah, Don Corlito flyin out a Tito The further I get the ground look more mosquito Dutch burnin, other hand big Mojito I don't mean Dorito when I say {"Put some money on it"} Yeah, you ain't really all around all that stuff The coke, the crack, the guns, heard 'bout enough They said, "Yo Donny, you gon' really sign with Puff?" I said I'll live too long as Diddy {"Put some money on it"} What? I'm the L.O.X. Jeter Tattooed up in a white wife-beater Aston Vanquish parked at the meter I forgot to feed her, better go {"Put some money on it"} Yeah, now they all love the Don G I'm on BET more than "Leprechaun 3" They say I'm on fire, it don't hurt when I pee I don't layaway, only y'all {"Put some money on it"} [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Uhh, yaowa! Put your guap up hot stuff, you not tough Let's play a game of Trouble and when I pop up It's with the Glock tucked, crotched up in a dropped up Low like you know how this go {"Put some money on it"} I'm a product of the corner Cornered the market with the product I would offer, slaughtered the garbage Slide a condom on your daughter on the floor in the projects Homeboy I make more than a promise {"Put some money on it"} I know the amount of hate that my worth sparks But I ain't goin nowhere like a birthmark I pound puppies before they get to they first bark Anybody wanna get they first spark? {"Put some money on it"} Hey, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Your words so feint they collapsed in your lungs Put some ba** in your voice like you snacked on a drum Watch my fist make a track on your gums {"Put some money on it"} [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Never been wack so that ain't one of my issues Get my bread and take care of my pistols Soon as I open a brick you can see the crystals Soon as the piff come in you can {"Put some money on it"} Trust me it's imported, shoot it or snort it Oxy's, {?}, profit is gorgeous Stay off the phone cause the calls are recorded And if you can afford it then you better {"Put some money on it"} Tryin to be a diamond in the game I been one k**in n***as with the flow, H1N1 You can get a buck-fifty quick, a thin one Before rap I had a drug dealer's income {"Put some money on it"} Master Jason God on the rocks with a splash of Satan Stash right here with the ratchet waitin, since you hatin Name the place and the date and {"Put some money on it"} [Verse 4: Styles P] Never trust n***as no further than I can throw 'em Long with the razor and the doctor can't sew 'em Said I as the hardest out, now I gotta show 'em co*ks**er doubted me, I owe 'em {"Put some money on it"} You could be that dude in cement shoes Or the next soft n***a on this evening's news Rap beef, street beef, breeze through crews Freeze, handguns, machine guns {"Put some money on it"} I don't even need guns, play me like I'm poppa sh** End up with a hawk in your esophagus Hardest n***a to walk in the metropolis Genocide mixed with apocalypse {"Put some money on it"} k** n***as real easy dawg Ghost in the flesh, f** a Ouija Board Droptop Beamer with the BB's on Gun in your face, and I ain't shoot BB's dawg {"Put some money on it"} [Crooked I] SLAUGHTERHOUUUUSE! [Verse 5: Royce Da 5'9"] Slaughter gon' be runnin you over over a century You ain't one of The L.O.X., you don't flow nowhere near me You ain't Tip, Ali Shaheed, Phife n***a you probably +The Low End Theory+ {"Put some money on it"} You still doin shows for fifty seats Still writin rhymes 'bout "LeBron is with the Heat" Still writin raps 'bout Kat and Chippy D My next freestyle I'mma blast through WikiLeaks {"Put some money on it"} Maserati ridin with that Mary on It's a black and white thang, call that chick Arione Talkin all that sh** you a f**in f*g I do you like a Louis duffle bag, at the airport {"Put some money on it"} b**h, a carry on, my head growin Gettin my Barry on, lead throwin With necessary while you puttin on a show for them hoes Gettin your Tyler Perry on, c'mon {"Put some money on it"} Uh, my mic manners is quite mannish I got these young b**hes tongue flippin just like Spanish You gotta feed her just to hit it, that don't count to me I take her, fill her tummy up, I don't mean out to eat Nickel! {"Put some money on it"} [Verse 6: Crooked I] Floor seats at the Knick game, I'm traffickin weed I'm at The Garden in The Apple like Adam and Eve And my gat'll put your hat on your sleeve Now you really ahead of your time, I'm out of your league {"Put some money on it"} See I get dough and cop the Benz-o My job credentials is confidential It's not pretend so everything is autobiographical Weight of the world on my shoulder, the planet on my clavicle {"Put some money on it"} But it don't matter though cause I'mma go get it Life's a b**h and then you get thrown in it That's why I get +Cash Money+ like it's +No Limit+ This material sh**, I'm so wit it, get it? {"Put some money on it"} This is for you rap stars feelin y'all clever I'm the penitentiary's sick ward, illest bars ever I ball in the paint hard It's like I'm acceptin bank cards The way that I take charge {"Put some money on it"} [Verse 7: Joe Budden] Low tints on the CL, gray coupe Only out of the cage when all hell breaks loose Focus pimpin - all my shooters veered off The road to redemption, so it's no exemptions {"Put some money on it"} When Joe is mentioned, the flow is pinchin Got me in a mansion with a gopher, Benson If you said you rap you better than that What we'll do is treat your head like a tab {"Put some money on it"} The outfit is fresh, foampossite coppers She don't look like a model then I probably wouldn't pop her Dudes is my son, should be callin me poppa I won't acknowledge it, treatin me like a Focker! {"Put some money on it"} Hip-Hop ain't dead, I been puttin the pulse in from long ago (since) I mean back when Tracey Ullman had her own show (uhh) Want fire? Put Mouse on it If I'm a liar go ahead {"Put some money on it"}