Twiztid - Put It Down (Blaze) Lyrics
What up y'all?This Jed ThumpmanLet me tell y'all a little storyAbout a mutha*****a that I know named BlazeNow everytime we roll up a jointMutha*****as always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze BlazeMan ***** BlazeThis mutha*****a act like he puttin' it down for the hoodTalkin' bout everybody know Blaze, big ballerI don't give a *****Dead mutha*****a don't get no special treatment from meLook at Sarie's son little EricYou know that mutha*****a down to wear a wheelchairI hate that mutha*****aAnd I don't show him no special treatmentSo Blaze can kiss my ass(Blaze)I put in work for my hoodSo ***** a 9 to 5You can find me on the cornerHustlin' on the grindThey call me Mr. Lump LumpSo when their heads hear the thunder and the bump bumpThey come out runnin' like the kids to the ice cream manChildren I'm sorry but it's Blaze in the mini vanPlayin' Atari, and I gotta do a crime to loot and 8 ballSemi automatic with a clip for the lawAll I wanna do is make money and smoke***** hella *****es, and slang my dopeThe law ain't good for a mutha*****in thangBut eatin' mad donuts, and gettin' all in the wayI been gone for more than a day, and some things changedSo many died and some faded awayI represent the ghetto from Harlem to PinewoodI ride for the hood, I put it down for the hood(Chorus 2x)I put it down for the hoodI ride for the hoodAnd all my mutha*****as is up to no goodCause everybody in the hood is trying to come upSo gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuckI've been dead to the world for the last 11 yearsMy body's decomposing, I'm missin' part of my earStill gonna rock till the day I die againGet up back from the dead, and ryde againWalk again, (talk thug shit, right)Empty mack clips, rightKeep 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 batsReady to die like (everyday)I put it down like a mutha*****a, (everyday)I drink brew and smoke weed like, (everyday)And we all trying to get paid but (anyway) anywayKillas don't talk, but this one doTalk you out your wallet let the 45 blast youTwice in the chest, once in the facePlus the extra heater on the safe side in caseYour ***** is wack well she can catch one tooCause if you're down with your hoodThen your hood down with you(Chorus 2x)I put it down for the hoodI ride for the hoodAnd all my mutha*****as is up to no goodCause everybody in the hood is trying to come upSo gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuckPsychopathic just like thugs (right)We ball, and we fight (right)And just like the freaks I come out every night (yup)Holdin' down the sidewalkStandin' amongst mutha*****as that's soonto be outlined in chalkSippin' on a cold ass 40 of O-ELive from the D-E-T we O-GPissy 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 meThinkin' that you're down with Blaze ya dead homieG Blood imbedded in street blocksThat's why I put it down, and blast with many shotsBullet holes in my chest, it's all goodMan I even died for my hood, mutha*****aI PUT IT DOWN(Chorus 2x)I put it down for the hoodI ride for the hoodAnd all my mutha*****as is up to no goodCause everybody in the hood is trying to come upSo 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 deepWatch a nigga on the creepIn the backseatThinkin' bout a friends on the kneesGoin' down that one streetMan, I'm out to get 'chaBetter feel me, blood, I'll get wit' cha'Cause read the scriptureOn the coffinNot takin' no lossesCheck, comin' backWith a stack wrappedLook at the stackAll my GsThese...Suckas wanna playOr lift awayBut I'm bringin' em to they kneesCome and get these...Motha*****in' nutsGotta get the ***** on upSo don't even trip, I'll bury yo' ass too mutha*****in' quick, *****Back in the modeHit the roadIf you can't hang***** around, and get ya shit twiztid, leave you dead up in the MustangLane to lane, gotta watch me drivin'All across the islandJust look behind yaOn the ceiling of your PathfinderSo ya better think twiceOr I'm all across like 6-D mightRunnin' wild like I'm outta mindIntertwined...With the fact, I'm outta townBut ***** y'all *****esI'll haunt ya without the loss of any breathHope 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 chanceTo breathHold ya hands to breatheTerminal like diseaseWith amphedimenesGoosebumps from a cold breezeFoamin' at the mouth like I got rabiesScabiesMaybe...it's 'cause I'm just a creepSlippin' through your dream at night when you're when you're fast asleepShoulda get at me cuz I'm a freakDon't peepQuick to hung your ass with a bare sheetDangle boo, I'm scarin' em', bodies filled with frightVocal chords jumpin' out in the street lightJust might play today be niceCrunch a motha*****in' bottle over my head in a streetfightI'm feelin' alrightDynomite!!Outta sightLike Jimmy WalkerCut a motha*****in' head off but it on the keepjust like Betty CrockerNight stalkerAnti-shittalkerInventor of the vibeCome and take a look at my mindYou will see shit don't work properly on insideOutside is another whole story togetherGot six bullet holes in the front of my sweaterNo matter the weatherSome feel betterAny days make a nigga feel a little betterNever...Feel bad with the good insideGotta scuffle with your knife to your head in the cowhideCreepin' outsideLike a nigga insaneTappin' bloody fingers on the windowpaneLeave em' out to playSuckas say no wayBetter come back on another dayLock your windows and your doors but be preparedFor a brother to stop and ask you, is you scared?(people laughing)
