Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Anybody Killa & Monoxide
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Twiztid
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Anybody Killa
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Twiztid & Insane Clown Posse
Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Jamie Madrox
Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Anybody Killa & Jamie Madrox
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
[Intro: Jamie Madrox]
What up y'all?
This Jed Thumpman
Let me tell y'all a little story
About a motherfuckers that I know named Blaze
Now every time we roll up a joint
Motherfuckers always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze Blaze
Man, fuck Blaze!
This motherfucker act like he puttin' it down for the hood
Talkin' bout everybody know Blaze, big baller!
I don't give a fuck!
Dead motherfucker don't get no special treatment from me!
Look at Sarie's son, little Eric
You know that motherfucker down to wear a wheelchair
I hate that motherfucker
And I don't show him no special treatment!
So Blaze can kiss my ass!
[Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
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 minivan
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 motherfuckin' 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
[Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
I put it down for the hood, I ride for the hood
And all my motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers 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
[Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
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 ride again
Walk again, talk thug shit (Right?)
Empty mack clips (Right?)
Keep it old school, wanna see that bitch? (Uh-huh!)
Witness thugs in King's coats and Raider's caps (Real killers!)
Jheri curls and baseball bats
Ready to die like (Everyday!)
I put it down like a motherfucker (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
Bust 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: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
I put it down for the hood, I ride for the hood
And all my motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers 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
[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
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 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 embedded 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, motherfucker!
[Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
I put it down for the hood, I ride for the hood
And all my motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers 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
Put It Down was written by Power of the Pen.
Put It Down was produced by Systasyrosis Soundsquad.
Blaze Ya Dead Homie released Put It Down on Tue Jul 25 2000.