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(feat. Jay-Z) Rest in peace homie, lil Mike let's go... Chea chea chea chea (ayyy) I put on (we clear, Sept 2nd homie) I put on (yea, the recession on the way) Ayy youngg (yaaa)The recession on the way, hey but on anotha note Lotta soundin like young, tell em register to quote (ha ha) See I rolled them back to back like I'm registered to smoke (Daaamn) Yea I got it on me now but I ain't registered to tote (Let's Goooo) I put on for my city and I bought a blue 'Ghini Goddam u just missed me (yeaaa) Shoulda saw me, shoulda seen me (damm) Do me favor, see them haters, tell em Picture me rollin Same time, watch them feds take the pick on me rollin' Got a phone call from [? ] put my 'libs on his song Sold 3 mill like us, goddam I put em on (ha ha) I put on for my city yea Billboards err'where See me 'fore your flight land See me 'fore your bag claim Re-up in my city man U better check your bags man Shouts-out to the east side Yea they play them bad games SongtexteShouts-out boys will fly to your home Yea they play them tag games Can't forget that west side Yea they play them mags games How u forget the north side Don't know I stay high as hell 87s tickets too Ya'll know I stay fly as hell (ha ha) I put on for my city yea Way before the contracts Trap-star, step back Might get u a contact Rap-star, no strap, might just get your chain snatched Call young brain stacks Might just get your chains back Call my name in the courtroom Put me on blast Still shinin on they ass Yea it's mr birthday bash [Jay-Z:] Ay guru, put a lil T-Pain on my xxxx too You Know what I mean? Uhhh, I Put Onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn (Oh, you 'bout to put on Hov'?) G-Mix I don't need no T-Pain I got this one YesssI put Marcie on the map I put Brooklyn on my back I put Fat back on the charts I put Biggie in my in my rap I put Nas with Def Jam I let Diddy do my tracks I put on for my city, that's a motha xxxxxx fact I put Mike Jack on stages Summer Jam Billie Jean I put Prodigy in his place on that summer jam screen I put green in my truck Told them leave them streets alone I predicted jail would happen, xxxx I tried to put 'em on All these niggas takin credit for the work that I put in If you really put me on, put yo'self on in I put NAS on that Hooptie I put hours in that kitchen Put that on my tip Mama, this is fact not fiction Feds was trying to build a case I was heading for conviction Till the greatest flow in the world Put me in television I put on for my city so When I'm dead and gone I got one last wish Put my Yankee hat on [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania