YOUNG JEEZY FEAT. LUDACRIS, RICK ROSS, AND LIL WAYNE I PUT ON REMIX LYRICS

 
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Dedicated to all my hustlers

[Ludacris]
HEY! I be that nigga named LUDA give a round of applause
They say I'm up to no good, I'll say I'm down for the cause
Down for whatever goes down, I'm strapped down to my drawers
So if you up for some stitches then I'm down for some scars
Down to make 'em GET DOWN, stop playin and pause
There's two things I'll never break and that's my word and my balls
So here's a temporary fix for your permanent flaws
This album helps you to RELEASE cause life is irkin us all
Enough to make you wanna break shit, no longer will I take shit
From ANY of these clowns cause I'm TIRED of this fake shit
I'm ready for some action, ready with a passion
Like pots with the steam I'm ready to get it crackin

[rick ross]
Big boss (big boss)
Big blob (big blog)
Red paint flip flop
More girls (more girls)
More top (more top)
More girl (more blocks)
We grind i shine
See dat? that's mine (that's me)
Old school cause we already in new school
But my money weigh more than it used to
She wit me can't you tell
Gucci bag name chanel
Louis this fendi that
In my jeans 20 stacks
24's all i knows
Center globe selling dough
Livin' life get it right
She love my car
She rode me twice

[Lil Wayne:]
Yezzer
Im comin round the loop (Cher)
Im in the Bentley coop (Cher)
In the 35 (Cher)
Doin 22 (Cher)
Don't honk your horn (Unn uhh)
Don't flash your lights (Nope)
Cuz me and jody passin blunts like we pass the mic (ya)
Im after nice (Ya)
D.A.s after me (Hah)
Bitch im a boss
I get increase your salary (Fuck Em)
Locked up in ATL (Yup)
For getting blunted
Straight out of Fulton County
To magic city Mondays (Ha Ha)
Blowin money (Yezzer)
Throwin money (Yezzer)
Its snowin money (damn!)
These bitches should lay down and make a snow angel (Ha)
Let the bitch suck my dick
Now her throat famous (her throat famous)

[Chorus x2]?

[Young Jeezy]
Head back, top back, ain't nothing but a young thug, H-K's A-K's I need to join
a gun club big wheels big straps you know I like it super sized passengers a red
bone her weave look like some curly fries inside fish sticks, outside tartar suace,
pocket full of celery imagine what she's telling me, blowin on asparagus the
realist shit I ever smoked riding to that trap or die the realist shit I ever wrote,
they know I got that broccoli so I keep that glock on me don't get caught with
out one comin from where I'm from, Call me Jeezy Hamliton Flying down campbellton
So fresh so clean on my way to Charlene

[Chorus x2]

[Kanye West]
I put on, I put on, I put on
I put on for my city, I put on for my, I put on my city, I put for my city onwwwon

I Feel like it's still niggas that owe me checks I feel like it's still bitches that owe me sex
I feel like dis but niggas don't know these stress I lost the only girl in the world that know me best I got the money and the fame and that don't mean shit I got the jesus on the chain man that don't mean shit cause when the jesus pieces can't bring me peace so I need just at leat one of russel's nieces on I let my nightmares go I put on everybody that I knew from the go I know hoes that was fronting when they knew we was broke they say damn yezy yezy you don't know us no more you got the big fame homie and you just changed on me you can ask big homie man the top so lonely III... so lonely III... let me see what we have tonight I'm high as a satelite I see them flashing lights cause everynight I put on.

[Chorus x2]