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chris webby - put em high كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
yeah, you want that smoke? i’ll make a lung collapse
so f_ck around, i’ll hit the gas and make these dummies crash
i’m where the troubles at
with a scruffy mug and a trucker hat
arrivin’ right on cue with the lightning crash and a muzzled flash
i struck a match soon as scott strikin’ a chord
and if they wantin’ a war then i’ll bring it right to your door
free of charge and without a care about what i’m fightin’ it for
’cause i’ll spill your blood for the sport and then have you wipin’ the floors
you’ve been warned
so, y’all better back up and drop slow
or i’ma bring the boom like those fat f_cks in costco
i’m indisputable since i grew from a juvenile
said i’d maneuver through and i proved it without a cubicle
so do not f_ck around or i swеar to god that i’ll give raw thoughts some new numеrals
throw a studio funeral
i’ll write this eulogy and y’all gotta wait
as long as it takes
record and play this song at your wake
before i dip i’ll sn_tch that money off the offering plate
and hit the priest for what he got in the safe
been hungry to the point my f_ckin’ belt needs another notch on the waist
so gimme, gimme what you got, i’ma take
now go ahead and
[chorus]
put ’em high
now touch the god d_mn sky
listen here, don’t n0body gotta die
better go and put ’em high
pullin’ up and let it fly
get to runnin’ for your motherf_ckin’ lives
better go and put ’em high
’cause it ain’t safe outside, no no
there ain’t nowhere you can hide
better go and put ’em high
now touch the god d_mn sky
stick ’em up, give me everything you got
go ahead and put ’em high
you don’t want to be a hero tonight

[verse 2]
high noon, i’m in a saloon spiffy
quick draw, put them hands up like two fifty
i’m too witty and sick with no sign of immunity
like i’m fresh up out the bio_lab in racoon city
an evil resident, off the chain, i remained a mystery
made myself a name and in time i made me some history
through it all became what the game and the fame did to me
so now i load this chamber while takin’ aim at the industry
so when you see the trigger finger on my hand movin’
someone ’bout to catch a stray like yosemite sam’s shootin’
buckle down, f_ck around, flood the f_ckin’ markets
and bury competition ’til i’m runnin’ out of targets
i’ll go and grab a shovel from the target
and turn your favorite mainstream rapper to an underground artist
i’m tellin’ you we not in the same
lyrical weight class, so hang back and acknowledge the claim
i’m like a shot to your brain
a clot in your vein
while i plot on the grave plot for your fossil remains
either that or give me the watch, your wallet and chain
and every dollar that you got to your name
now go ahead and
[chorus]
put ’em high
now touch the god d_mn sky
listen here, don’t n0body gotta die
better go and put ’em high
pullin’ up and let it fly
get to runnin’ for your motherf_ckin’ lives
better go and put ’em high
’cause it ain’t safe outside, no no
there ain’t nowhere you can hide
better go and put ’em high
now touch the god d_mn sky
stick ’em up, give me everything you got
go ahead and put ’em high
you don’t want to be a hero tonight

- chris webby

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