Put On (Remix) [feat. JAY-Z]

Rest in Peace homie, Lil Mike let's go

I put on

I put on

Yeah, the recession on the way

I put on, hey Young

The recession on the way, hey, put on another note

Lotta sounding like Young, tell 'em register the quote

See I roll 'em back to back like I'm registered to smoke

Yeah, I got it on me now, but I ain't registered to tote

I put on for my city and in that powder blue 'ghini

Goddamn, you just missed me

Shoulda saw me, shoulda seen me

Do me a favor, see them haters, tell 'em, picture me rolling

Same time watch the feds take a pic of me rolling

Got a phone call from Ye, put my lips on his song

Sold three million records, goddamn I put 'em on

Put it on for my city, yeah, billboards everywhere

See me 'fore flight land, see me 'fore your bag claim

Re-up in my city, man, you better check your bags, man

Shouts out to the Eastside, yeah they play them bag games

Southside boys will follow you home, yeah, they play them tag games

Can't forget that Westside, yeah, they play them mass games

How you forget the Northside? Y'all know I stay high as hell

87 stickers too, y'all know I stay fly as hell

I put on for my city, yeah, way before the contracts

Trap star, step back, might catch you a contact

Rap star, no strap, might just get your chain snatched

Call Young, bring stacks, might just get your chain gunned

Call my name in the courtroom, put me on blast

Still shining on they ass, yeah, it's Mr. Birthday Bash

I put on for my city, on, on for my city

I put on for my city, on, on for my city

I put on, Eastside, put on, Southside, put on, Westside, put on, let's go

I put on for my city, on, on for my city

I put on for my city, on, on for my city

I put on, Eastside, put on, Southside, put on, Westside, put on, let's go

Hey Guru

Put a little T-Pain on my shit too

Clear my throat, you know what I mean

I put on

G mix

I don't need no T-Pain

I got this one

(Oh, you 'bout to put on Hov?) Yes

I put Marcy on the map, I put Brooklyn on my back

I put Fab back on the charts, I put Biggie in my raps

I put Nas with Def Jam, I let Diddy do my tracks

I put on for my city, that's a motherfucking fact

I put Mike Jack on stage, it's summer jam, Billy Jean

I put Prodigy in his place on that Summer Jam screen

I put Preme in my truck, told him leave them streets alone

I predicted jail would happen, shit I tried to put him on

All these **** taking credit for the work that I put in

If you really put me on, put your cell phone in

I put miles on that hooptie, I put hourse in that kitchen

Put that on my dear mama, this is fact not fiction

Feds was tryna build a case, I was headed for conviction

Till the greatest flow in the world put me on television

I put on for my city, so when I'm dead and gone

I got one last wish, put my Yankee hat on

I put on for my city, on, on for my city

I put on for my city, on, on for my city

Put on, Eastside, put on, Southside, put on, Westside, put on, let's go

I put on for my city, on, on for my city

I put on for my city, on, on for my city

Put on, Eastside, put on, Southside, put on, Westside, put on, let's go