Put It Down

歌詞

What up y'all? This Jed Thumpman Let me tell y'all a little story About a muthafucka that I know named Blaze Now everytime we roll up a joint Muthafuckas always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze Blaze Man fuck Blaze This muthafucka act like he puttin' it down for the hood Talkin' bout everybody know Blaze, big baller I don't give a fuck Dead muthafucka don't get no special treatment from me Look at Sarie's son little Eric You know that muthafucka down to wear a wheelchair I hate that muthafucka And I don't show him no special treatment So Blaze can kiss my ass (Blaze) I put in work for my hood So fuck a 9 to 5 You can find me on the corner Hustlin' on the grind They call me Mr. Lump Lump So when their heads hear the thunder and the bump bump They come out runnin' like the kids to the ice cream man Children I'm sorry but it's Blaze in the mini van Playin' Atari, and I gotta do a crime to loot and 8 ball Semi automatic with a clip for the law All I wanna do is make money and smoke Fuck hella bitches, and slang my dope The law ain't good for a muthafuckin thang But eatin' mad donuts, and gettin' all in the way I been gone for more than a day, and some things changed So many died and some faded away I represent the ghetto from Harlem to Pinewood I ride for the hood, I put it down for the hood (Chorus 2x) I put it down for the hood I ride for the hood And all my muthafuckas is up to no good Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck I've been dead to the world for the last 11 years My body's decomposing, I'm missin' part of my ear Still gonna rock till the day I die again Get up back from the dead, and ryde again Walk again, (talk thug shit, right) Empty mack clips, right Keep it old school, wanna see that bitch? (Uh huh) When it's thugs in King's coats and Raider's caps (Real Killers), jerry curls, and baseball bats Ready to die like (everyday) I put it down like a muthafucka, (everyday) I drink brew and smoke weed like, (everyday) And we all trying to get paid but (anyway) anyway Killas don't talk, but this one do Talk you out your wallet let the 45 blast you Twice in the chest, once in the face Plus the extra heater on the safe side in case Your bitch is wack well she can catch one too Cause if you're down with your hood Then your hood down with you (Chorus 2x) I put it down for the hood I ride for the hood And all my muthafuckas is up to no good Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck Psychopathic just like thugs (right) We ball, and we fight (right) And just like the freaks I come out every night (yup) Holdin' down the sidewalk Standin' amongst muthafuckas that's soon to be outlined in chalk Sippin' on a cold ass 40 of O-E Live from the D-E-T we O-G Pissy drunk always, we dead bumpin' Stay thug with the throw away in the trunk Bitch slapper, fuck a bitch rapper Bitches were made for fuckin' but that's another chapter Bitch you don't know me, don't approach me Thinkin' that you're down with Blaze ya dead homie G Blood imbedded in street blocks That's why I put it down, and blast with many shots Bullet holes in my chest, it's all good Man I even died for my hood, muthafucka I PUT IT DOWN (Chorus 2x) I put it down for the hood I ride for the hood And all my muthafuckas is up to no good Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck (Hidden Track by Twiztid starts at 7:32) (Monoxide Child) Better grab yo' CD 'Fore the shit really gets deep Watch a nigga on the creep In the backseat Thinkin' bout a friends on the knees Goin' down that one street Man, I'm out to get 'cha Better feel me, blood, I'll get wit' cha 'Cause read the scripture On the coffin Not takin' no losses Check, comin' back With a stack wrapped Look at the stack All my Gs These... Suckas wanna play Or lift away But I'm bringin' em to they knees Come and get these... Mothafuckin' nuts Gotta get the fuck on up So don't even trip, I'll bury yo' ass too muthafuckin' quick, bitch Back in the mode Hit the road If you can't hang Fuck around, and get ya shit twiztid, leave you dead up in the Mustang Lane to lane, gotta watch me drivin' All across the island Just look behind ya On the ceiling of your Pathfinder So ya better think twice Or I'm all across like 6-D might Runnin' wild like I'm outta mind Intertwined... With the fact, I'm outta town But fuck y'all bitches I'll haunt ya without the loss of any breath Hope to God you muthafuckas learn, hope to God we'll scare ya to death (people laughing) (Jamie Madrox) Die from the skin have the devil's chance To breath Hold ya hands to breathe Terminal like disease With amphedimenes Goosebumps from a cold breeze Foamin' at the mouth like I got rabies Scabies Maybe...it's 'cause I'm just a creep Slippin' through your dream at night when you're when you're fast asleep Shoulda get at me cuz I'm a freak Don't peep Quick to hung your ass with a bare sheet Dangle boo, I'm scarin' em', bodies filled with fright Vocal chords jumpin' out in the street light Just might play today be nice Crunch a mothafuckin' bottle over my head in a streetfight I'm feelin' alright Dynomite!! Outta sight Like Jimmy Walker Cut a mothafuckin' head off but it on the keep just like Betty Crocker Night stalker Anti-shittalker Inventor of the vibe Come and take a look at my mind You will see shit don't work properly on inside Outside is another whole story together Got six bullet holes in the front of my sweater No matter the weather Some feel better Any days make a nigga feel a little better Never... Feel bad with the good inside Gotta scuffle with your knife to your head in the cowhide Creepin' outside Like a nigga insane Tappin' bloody fingers on the windowpane Leave em' out to play Suckas say no way Better come back on another day Lock your windows and your doors but be prepared For a brother to stop and ask you, is you scared? (people laughing)