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    "Put It Down" Lyrics

    Twiztid feat. Blaze

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    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

    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 it's Blaze in the loony van
    Playin' Atari, and I gotta do a crime to loot and 8 ball
    Semi automatic with a clip for the law
    All I want to 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
    Some 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

    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 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, want to see that bitch? Uh huh
    When it's thugs in King's coats and Raider's caps
    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
    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

    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 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
    We ball, and we fight
    And just like the freaks I come out every night
    Holdin' down the sidewalk
    Standin' amongst muthafuckas that's soon to be outlined in chalk
    Sippin' on a cold ass 40 of OE
    Live from the DET we OG
    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 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 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
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © MOMAD MUSIC PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Christopher Maurice Brown, Dwayne Allen Abernathy, Sean Garrett, Shondrae L. Crawford.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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