paroles de chanson Put Jewels on It - Mobb Deep , termanology
Hey,
Statik.
(Statik
Selektah)
Meet
me
at
Max
Fish
man,
like
2 (woo)
2AM
Aye
I
came
up
on
some
brain-blown-full-of-smoke,
living-in-a-Terrordome
That-kid-born-to-kill-a-king-with-my-hand
shit
Put
'em
up,
runners
run
amok,
gonna
gun
'em
up
Sun
'em
up,
what
a
run
of
luck,
I'm
a
ton
of
fun
Fuckers
wanna
run
it
up,
stunna
runner
up
I'm
a
number
1,
wake
up
with
the
sun,
thinkin'
make
a
buck
What
a
clutch,
every
buck
he
touch
getting
crumpled
up
Suck
it
up,
fold
the
fuckers
guts
'til
he
double
up
Double
down,
dummies
get
a
crown
when
I'm
in
the
dust
Dead
and
done
so
that
he
delayed
baby,
wait
baby
This
is
not
a
drill,
baby,
Jamie
is
a
thrill
$100,000
bill,
y'all,
all
laws
get
the
deal
What
a
odd
duck
I
don't
bow
to
Zod
or
no
man,
what
Roll
me
like
you
POTUS
in
an
ocean
made
of
klan
nut
And
Mikey,
most
of
these
soldiers
are
simply
so-called
The
holster
they
holding
is
empty
The
toaster
that
they
imagine
they
venting
And
putting
holes
in
their
enemies
simply
doesn't
exist
We
Buffalo
run
'em
off
cliff
Look
at
Mikey
flow,
look
at
Mikey
go
Look
at
Mikey,
Jamie
making
milli
and
nobody
know
Mikey
he
went
maniac
like
Wayne
when
he
went
Wayne-iac
And
did
a
milli
but
I
been
this
silly,
really
And
you
motherfuckers
really
know
that
you've
been
really
feel
me
But
you
hid
emotions,
so
I
know
you
fuckers
really
fear
me,
fear
me
Fuck
your
coulda
shoulda
woulda
stooda
stutter
I'm
a
mother-fucker,
ask
your
baby
mother,
mother
fucker
music,
boy
Talking
jheri
curl
greasy,
boy
Nigga
with
an
attitude,
Westside
Atlanta,
young
Eazy,
boy
Beat
your
girl,
flapjack
flat
flap
black
flow
flipper,
flip
flap
Take
that,
I
don't
argue,
hoe
nigga
Get
nervous
in
my
old
age,
ball
nobody
Make
your
self
known
or
take
a
shot
to
a
body
I
only
trust
Jamie,
I
don't
trust
nobody
And
if
you
fuck
with
him,
bullet
holes
in
yo'
body
Like
who
really
run
this?
Who
really
run
that
man
that
say
he
run?
Banging
on
my
adversaries
Like
who
really
run
this?
Who
really
run
that
man
that
say
he
run?
The
bright
lights
of
fuckery
stuck
in
me,
automatic
Who
really
run
this?
Who
really
run
that
man
that
say
he
run?
Violence
might
be
necessary
Who
really
run
this?
Who
really
run
that
man
that
say
he
run?
The
bright
lights
of
fuckery
stuck
in
me
(Statik)
Move
on
it,
Put
jewels
on
it
Who
want
it?
Who
want
it?
Move
on
it,
Put
jewels
on
it
Who
want
it?
Who
want
it?
Put
jewels
on
it
Put
jewels
on
it
1 Harley's Blues (The World Could Save)
2 Man of the Hour
3 Put Jewels on It
4 Watching Myself
5 Get Down
6 Ain't a Damn Thing Change
7 But You Don't Hear Me Tho
8 No. 8
9 What Can We Do Pt. 1
10 What Can We Do Pt. 2
11 Don't Run
12 Go Gettas
13 Slept to Death
14 Everything (Show Me Love)
15 Nobody Move
16 Shakem Up
17 Pull the Curtain Back
18 Disrespekt
19 All Said & Done
20 JFK's 8 Ball Outro
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