Put It Down
What up y'all?
This Jed T****man
Let me tell y'all a little story
About a mutha****a that I know named Blaze
Now everytime we roll up a joint
Mutha****as always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze Blaze
Man **** Blaze
This mutha****a act like he puttin' it down for the hood
Talkin' bout everybody know Blaze, big baller
I don't give a ****
Dead mutha****a don't get no special treatment from me
Look at Sarie's son little Eric
You know that mutha****a down to wear a wheelchair
I hate that mutha****a
And I don't show him no special treatment
So Blaze can kiss my ass
(Blaze)
I put in work for my hood
So **** 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
**** hella *****es, and slang my ****
The law ain't good for a mutha****in thang
But eatin' mad do****, 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 mutha****as 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 ****, right)
Empty mack clips, right
Keep it old school, wanna see that *****? (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 mutha****a, (everyday)
I drink brew and smoke **** 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 ***** 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 mutha****as 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 mutha****as 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
***** slapper, **** a ***** rapper
*****es were made for ****in' but that's another chapter
***** 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, mutha****a
I PUT IT DOWN
(Chorus 2x)
I put it down for the hood
I ride for the hood
And all my mutha****as 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 **** really gets deep
Watch a ***** 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...
Motha****in' ****
Gotta get the **** on up
So don't even trip, I'll bury yo' ass too mutha****in' quick, *****
Back in the mode
Hit the road
If you can't hang
**** around, and get ya **** 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 **** y'all *****es
I'll haunt ya without the loss of any breath
Hope to God you mutha****as 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 motha****in' bottle over my head in a streetfight
I'm feelin' alright
Dynomite!!
Outta sight
Like Jimmy Walker
Cut a motha****in' head off but it on the keep
just like Betty Crocker
Night stalker
Anti-****talker
Inventor of the ****
Come and take a look at my mind
You will see **** 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 ***** 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 ***** 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)