Put On (Remix) - Intellectual

[Intro: Young Jeezy]

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)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

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

I put on for my city in that powder blue -ghini

Goddamn you just missed me, should've saw me, should've seen me

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

Same time watch them Feds take a pic of me rolling

Got a phone call from 'Ye, put my -libs on his song

Sold 3 million records, goddamn I put 'em on

I put on for my city yeah billboards everywhere

See me before your flight land, see me before 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 fly to your home, yeah they play them tag games

Can't forget that Westside, yeah they play them mask 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

Trapstar, step back, might get you a contact

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

Call Young, bring stacks, might just get your chains back

Call my name in the courtroom, put me on blast

Still shining on they ass, yeah its Mr. Birthday Bash

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

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

Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside)

Put on (Westside) put on, let's go

[Interlude: Jay-Z] + (Young Jeezy)

'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

[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]

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

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

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

Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside)

Put on (Westside) put on, let's go