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Artist/Band: Twiztid
Lyrics for Song: Put It Down
Lyrics for Album: Cryptic Collection Vol 1 [2000]



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)


Album Lyrics: Cryptic Collection Vol 1 [2000]


Twiztid
"Cryptic Collection Vol 1 [2000]"


1. Ain't A Damn Thang Changed
2. Bad Dream
3. Blam!
4. I Could
5. Meat Cleaver
6. Put It Down
7. Renditions Of Reality
8. Somebody Dissin' You
9. Something Weird
10. Twiztid (Intro 2)
11. Whatthefuck? (Extra Crispy Mix)