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 there's still niggas that owe me checks
I feel like there's still bitches that owe me sex
I feel like this but niggas don't know he stress
I lost the only girl in the world that know me best
I got the money and the fame and 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
So I need just at least (uh) one of Russell's nieces
On... I let my nightmares go
I put on for everybody that I knew from the go
I know hoes that was frontin when they knew we was broke
They say damn, easy easy, 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-I-I...
So lonely I-I-I...
Let me see what we have tonight (what we have tonight)
I'm high as a satellite (satellite)
I see those flashin' lights (flashin lights)
Cause every night (every night)
I put on

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February 2010