"Put The Mic Down" lyrics
(feat. Spain)
[Babyface Ray:]
I had to put the mic down, pick the bag up
I had to put my raps up, get my racks up
Eh
Eh
Eh
Eh
I had to put the pen down, pick the mag up
Playtime's over, nigga, time up
Eh
Eh
Eh
Eh
Two baby mamas, living with my mama
Drive a nigga crazy, but I sware the shit made me
Find myself in situations, had to ask God to save me
Made it out, man, somebody must have prayed for me
'Cause I know I didn't, wait through rain, many nights, mixed my tears with it
Dropped when I felt my son stop kicking
Boy died before his birth, we ain't get to kick it
Lately, I've been on them drugs, man, it's hard to quit them
Pilled up, drank poured with a thick vixen
Let her chew me up, like a piece of chicken
After I cum, then I'm back on that money mission
I ain't laughing, conversating with you funny niggas
You don't know the pain I felt, you don't know me, nigga
You ain't broke bread with me, I don't oah you niggas
Don't believe it til you see it, I'ma show you niggas
I ain't got time to wait, I'ma go and get it
Told my niggas pack they bags, 'cause they going with me
You won't have no reward, if you never risk it
Money train taking off, I ain't tryna miss it
Eh
I had to put the mic down, pick the bag up
I had to put my raps up, get my racks up
Eh
Eh
Eh
Eh
I had to put the pen down, pick the mag up
Playtime's over, nigga, time up
Eh
Eh
Eh
Eh
[Spain:]
Been rapping since 3rd grade, selling bricks [?]
My first thousand in 5th grade, the 50 [?] by the [?]
Now I could rap my ass off, or unwrap the all [?]
And put 125 [?] this 36 and blast off
That's a no brainer, and when it's gone, I'll drop a 16, I don't need no paper
Jag racer, I Louis sweats with mad flavor
Roley way, big face with mad glaciers
Two years since my last mixtape
But every week I drop eight CD's on them straight
Now let that sink in
While I educate your bitch on what the difference between [?] and Mink is
I hear them speaking, say I'm the best at it
Problem is, I gotta sell them weed, raw and crack habits
And I ain't quitting it, so Young Wavy, I'ma withdraw from this rap shit
I'm 'bout to go and grab a brick
[Babyface Ray:]
I had to put the mic down, pick the bag up
I had to put my raps up, get my racks up
Eh
Eh
Eh
Eh
I had to put the pen down, pick the mag up
Playtime's over, nigga, time up
Eh
Eh
Eh
Eh
I had to put the mic down, pick the bag up
I had to put my raps up, get my racks up
Eh
Eh
Eh
Eh
I had to put the pen down, pick the mag up
Playtime's over, nigga, time up
Eh
Eh
Eh
Eh
Two baby mamas, living with my mama
Drive a nigga crazy, but I sware the shit made me
Find myself in situations, had to ask God to save me
Made it out, man, somebody must have prayed for me
'Cause I know I didn't, wait through rain, many nights, mixed my tears with it
Dropped when I felt my son stop kicking
Boy died before his birth, we ain't get to kick it
Lately, I've been on them drugs, man, it's hard to quit them
Pilled up, drank poured with a thick vixen
Let her chew me up, like a piece of chicken
After I cum, then I'm back on that money mission
I ain't laughing, conversating with you funny niggas
You don't know the pain I felt, you don't know me, nigga
You ain't broke bread with me, I don't oah you niggas
Don't believe it til you see it, I'ma show you niggas
I ain't got time to wait, I'ma go and get it
Told my niggas pack they bags, 'cause they going with me
You won't have no reward, if you never risk it
Money train taking off, I ain't tryna miss it
Eh
I had to put the mic down, pick the bag up
I had to put my raps up, get my racks up
Eh
Eh
Eh
Eh
I had to put the pen down, pick the mag up
Playtime's over, nigga, time up
Eh
Eh
Eh
Eh
[Spain:]
Been rapping since 3rd grade, selling bricks [?]
My first thousand in 5th grade, the 50 [?] by the [?]
Now I could rap my ass off, or unwrap the all [?]
And put 125 [?] this 36 and blast off
That's a no brainer, and when it's gone, I'll drop a 16, I don't need no paper
Jag racer, I Louis sweats with mad flavor
Roley way, big face with mad glaciers
Two years since my last mixtape
But every week I drop eight CD's on them straight
Now let that sink in
While I educate your bitch on what the difference between [?] and Mink is
I hear them speaking, say I'm the best at it
Problem is, I gotta sell them weed, raw and crack habits
And I ain't quitting it, so Young Wavy, I'ma withdraw from this rap shit
I'm 'bout to go and grab a brick
[Babyface Ray:]
I had to put the mic down, pick the bag up
I had to put my raps up, get my racks up
Eh
Eh
Eh
Eh
I had to put the pen down, pick the mag up
Playtime's over, nigga, time up
Eh
Eh
Eh
Eh
