Make Sure

*Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor*This article is part of the Food & Liquor era.Released: September 19, 2006
Label: 1st & 15th Entertainment / Atlantic RecordsCategory

## Song by Lupe Fiasco

### **Songwriter(s)**

Wasalu Jaco

"**Make Sure**" is a song by American rapper Lupe Fiasco, leaked online in April 2006 as an unreleased cut from his debut studio album, *Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor* (2006).

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]

I get my hip-hop on

I get my hip-hop on

Allow me to get my hip-hop on

Allow me to get my hip-hop on

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

Just a little story that I got to tell

About a boy named Lu and a girl named Chenelle

She from the ghetto, he is as well

He listens to The Neptunes, she Mr. Kells

So while his head was in the clouds

She was on the down-low, foul, more so

The '03 version of a virgin

Said she learned head from a porno (Word?)

Upbringing was worse than he

She from a broken home

One day broke father broke in home

Lookin' for a fix from brokenhearted momma

Choked and broke her bones

Now he dismayed

Cause he don't think things need to be that way

Now he at work, and she at play

And she get paid

But he don't think she could ever be that way

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]

You'd better make sure your game is tight

'Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight

'Cause that pimp hand will smack you down

Make you hit the road don't come back around

You'd better make sure your game is tight

'Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight

'Cause that pimp hand will lay you low

Don't hate the playa, just the way it go

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]

Now Lu's not your ordinary mild-mannered man

Who doesn't man up

Who just got caught with his pants down and his hands up

Nah

He's a dog, he's a playa he's a mack

Who preys on the weak and the meek and the quiet

Try to make 'em into freaks

Gets with the big girls with jobs

And tell 'em "[They] don't really need to diet,"

NO

Then it's free Micky D's for he

And it's three until she gets herself fired

"Sorry,"

Liar, he don't care, he gon' say whatever she want hear

Whatever it takes

To get whatever he want or what he won't wear

Plaid

She think he won't dare

Creep with her friends when her ends end

Boo be prepared, cause he ain't scared

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]

You'd better make sure your game is tight

'Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight

'Cause that pimp hand will smack you down

Make you hit the road don't come back around

You'd better make sure your game is tight

'Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight

'Cause that pimp hand will lay you low

Don't hate the playa, just the way it go

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]

No matter how much strength man

You think that your pimp hand has got

It pose no opposition to politicians

They so efficient in they tradition

They pimpin' is tops

School is a mack with a track

It's historical fact

Bring back the tax

Air Force One is a 'Lac

Bombs over Baghdad, johns in Iraq

Yes indeed, Democracy is a flirt in a miniskirt

'Til to give a handjob to the desert

Till it squirt Texas Tea

And give a condom to Congress to stretch the siege

Best believe, you'll catch disease

Syphilis of the spirit

Arthritis of the knees

And you can watch on the idiot box

This NBC is like Spice, alright!

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]

You'd better make sure your game is tight

'Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight

'Cause that pimp hand will smack you down

Make you hit the road don't come back around

You'd better make sure your game is tight

'Cause you don't wanna risk bein' a lame tonight

'Cause that pimp hand will lay you low

Don't hate the playa, just the way it go