Twiztid Put It Down Lyrics

What up y'all?
This Jed Thumpman
Let me tell y'all a little story
About a m____fucka that I know named Blaze
Now everytime we roll up a joint
m____fuckas always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze Blaze
Man f___ Blaze
This m____fucka act like he puttin' it down for the hood
Talkin' bout everybody know Blaze, big baller
I don't give a f___
Dead m____fucka don't get no special treatment from me
Look at Sarie's son little Eric
You know that m____fucka down to wear a wheelchair
I hate that m____fucka
And I don't show him no special treatment
So Blaze can kiss my a__

I put in work for my hood
So f___ 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 b__p b__p
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 wanna do is make money and smoke
f___ hella b____es, and slang my dope
The law ain't good for a m____fuckin 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 m____fuckas 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 a__ stuck
I put it down for the hood
I ride for the hood
And all my m____fuckas 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 a__ 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 s___, right
Empty mack clips, right
Keep it old school, wanna see that b____? 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 m____fucka, 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 b____ is wack well she can catch one too
Cause if you're down with your hood
Then your hood down with you

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 m____fuckas that's soon to be outlined in chalk
Sippin' on a cold a__ 40 of OE
Live from the DET we OG
p___y drunk always, we dead b__pin'
Stay thug with the throw away in the trunk
b____ slapper, f___ a b____ rapper
b____es were made for f___in' but that's another chapter
b____ 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, m____fucka