Jeezy, Kanye West, Ludacris, JAY-Z - Put On (G-Mix) lyrics

Rest in peace, homie lil Mike, let's go
I put on (ay Cliff)
I put on (yeah, "The Recession" on the way)
I put on (ay Young)
The Recession on the way
Hey but on another note
A lot of sounding like Young
Tell 'em register to quote
See I rolled them back-to back
Like I'm registered to smoke
Yeah I got it on me now
But I ain't registered to tote

You could ask Dallas Austin you
Could ask Rico Wayde
I kept the lights on in Atlanta when
Goody and Cash took a break
And you can say that "he this" and
You can say that "he that, "
But one thing's for damn sure I
Put the city on my back


And I ain’t goin' nowhere that
Movin' money ain't changed em'
But the vaults were too small at
The bank so I rearranged em'
These rappers around my way ain't
Got mo’ money then me
I’m blinded by my own ice but
I got mo' money to see
And I ain’t dissin' I’m just spittin’
What I call is the truth!
So catch me ridin' without that thang
What you call is the roof!
I got the money in my palms
Like I carved the Malouf!
Cuz I gotta make myself clear just
Like a bottle of Goose!
And I can see right through ya
Don’t let the mic fool ya
Say the wrong words and my click might do ya
So before you go runnin' your mouth
And say some shit you'll regret
This is just a small verse so
That these boys don't forget i put on

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

When they see me off in traffic they
Say "Jeezy on some other shit"
Send them pussy niggas runnin' straight
Back to the dealership
Me, I'm in my spaceship, that's right
I work for NASA this FNH is not a fraud
Call that bitch my bodyguard
"Call that bitch your bodyguard?" yeah
That's my bodyguard wear a lot of jewelry
Young don't do security
What's whiter than a napkin
Harder than a dinner plate?
If you want it, come and get it
You know I stay super straight
Ran up in my spots and now
I'm working out the Super 8
Know you niggas hungry
Come and get a super plate
Y'all sing happy birthday, yeah
I got that super cake
Hundred karat bracelet
I use it like some super bait

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!

'Ey Guru, put a lil' T-Pain on my shit too
Clear my throat, know what I mean? Uh
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 at Summer Jam
"Billie 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 niggas taking credit for the
Work that I put in
If you really put me on, put yourself on then
I put miles on that hooptie
I put hours in that kitchen
Put that on my "Dear Mama"
This is fact not fiction
Feds were trying to build a case
I was headed for conviction
Til 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

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

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 this but niggas
Don't know he's stressed
I lost the only girl in the
World that know me best
I got the money and the fame, man
That don't mean shit
I got the Jesus on a chain, man
That don't mean shit
Cause when the Jesus pieces
Can't bring me peace
Yo, I need just at least, uh
One of Russell's nieces
On, I let my nightmares go
I put on everybody that I knew from the 'Go
I know hoes that was frontin' when
They knew he was broke
They say, "Damn, Yeezy Yeezy
You don't know us no more?"
"You got that big fame, homie
And you just changed on me"
You can ask big homie, man, the top so lonely
I ain't lyin so lonely, I ain't lyin!
Let me see what we have tonight
(what we have tonight)
I'm high as a satellite (satellite)
I see those flashing lights (flashing lights)
Cause every night, every night, I put 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!

Let me see what we have tonight
I'm high as a satellite
I see those flashing lights
Cause every night, every night
Let me see what we have tonight
I'm high as a satellite
I see those flashing lights