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What up y'all? |
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This Jed Thumpman |
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Let me tell y'all a little story |
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About a muthafucka that I know named Blaze |
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Now everytime we roll up a joint |
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Muthafuckas always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze Blaze |
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Man fuck Blaze |
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This muthafucka act like he puttin' it down for the hood |
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Talkin' bout everybody know Blaze, big baller |
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I don't give a fuck |
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Dead muthafucka don't get no special treatment from me |
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Look at Sarie's son little Eric |
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You know that muthafucka down to wear a wheelchair |
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I hate that muthafucka |
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And I don't show him no special treatment |
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So Blaze can kiss my ass |
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(Blaze) |
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I put in work for my hood |
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So fuck a 9 to 5 |
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You can find me on the corner |
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Hustlin' on the grind |
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They call me Mr. Lump Lump |
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So when their heads hear the thunder and the bump bump |
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They come out runnin' like the kids to the ice cream man |
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Children I'm sorry but it's Blaze in the mini van |
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Playin' Atari, and I gotta do a crime to loot and 8 ball |
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Semi automatic with a clip for the law |
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All I wanna do is make money and smoke |
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Fuck hella bitches, and slang my dope |
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The law ain't good for a muthafuckin thang |
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But eatin' mad donuts, and gettin' all in the way |
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I been gone for more than a day, and some things changed |
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So many died and some faded away |
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I represent the ghetto from Harlem to Pinewood |
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I ride for the hood, I put it down for the hood |
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(Chorus 2x) |
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I put it down for the hood |
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I ride for the hood |
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And all my muthafuckas is up to no good |
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Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up |
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So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck |
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I've been dead to the world for the last 11 years |
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My body's decomposing, I'm missin' part of my ear |
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Still gonna rock till the day I die again |
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Get up back from the dead, and ryde again |
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Walk again, (talk thug shit, right) |
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Empty mack clips, right |
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Keep it old school, wanna see that bitch? (Uh huh) |
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When it's thugs in King's coats and Raider's caps |
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(Real Killers), jerry curls, and baseball bats |
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Ready to die like (everyday) |
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I put it down like a muthafucka, (everyday) |
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I drink brew and smoke weed like, (everyday) |
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And we all trying to get paid but (anyway) anyway |
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Killas don't talk, but this one do |
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Talk you out your wallet let the 45 blast you |
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Twice in the chest, once in the face |
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Plus the extra heater on the safe side in case |
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Your bitch is wack well she can catch one too |
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Cause if you're down with your hood |
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Then your hood down with you |
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(Chorus 2x) |
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I put it down for the hood |
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I ride for the hood |
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And all my muthafuckas is up to no good |
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Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up |
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So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck |
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Psychopathic just like thugs (right) |
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We ball, and we fight (right) |
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And just like the freaks I come out every night (yup) |
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Holdin' down the sidewalk |
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Standin' amongst muthafuckas that's soon |
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to be outlined in chalk |
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Sippin' on a cold ass 40 of O-E |
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Live from the D-E-T we O-G |
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Pissy drunk always, we dead bumpin' |
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Stay thug with the throw away in the trunk |
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Bitch slapper, fuck a bitch rapper |
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Bitches were made for fuckin' but that's another chapter |
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Bitch you don't know me, don't approach me |
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Thinkin' that you're down with Blaze ya dead homie |
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G Blood imbedded in street blocks |
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That's why I put it down, and blast with many shots |
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Bullet holes in my chest, it's all good |
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Man I even died for my hood, muthafucka |
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I PUT IT DOWN |
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(Chorus 2x) |
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I put it down for the hood |
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I ride for the hood |
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And all my muthafuckas is up to no good |
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Cause everybody in the hood is trying to come up |
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So gimme all of your money before you get your ass stuck |
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(Hidden Track by Twiztid starts at 7:32) |
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(Monoxide Child) |
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Better grab yo' CD |
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'Fore the shit really gets deep |
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Watch a nigga on the creep |
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In the backseat |
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Thinkin' bout a friends on the knees |
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Goin' down that one street |
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Man, I'm out to get 'cha |
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Better feel me, blood, I'll get wit' cha |
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'Cause read the scripture |
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On the coffin |
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Not takin' no losses |
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Check, comin' back |
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With a stack wrapped |
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Look at the stack |
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All my Gs |
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These... |
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Suckas wanna play |
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Or lift away |
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But I'm bringin' em to they knees |
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Come and get these... |
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Mothafuckin' nuts |
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Gotta get the fuck on up |
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So don't even trip, I'll bury yo' ass too muthafuckin' quick, bitch |
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Back in the mode |
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Hit the road |
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If you can't hang |
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Fuck around, and get ya shit twiztid, leave you dead up in the Mustang |
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Lane to lane, gotta watch me drivin' |
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All across the island |
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Just look behind ya |
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On the ceiling of your Pathfinder |
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So ya better think twice |
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Or I'm all across like 6-D might |
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Runnin' wild like I'm outta mind |
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Intertwined... |
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With the fact, I'm outta town |
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But fuck y'all bitches |
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I'll haunt ya without the loss of any breath |
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Hope to God you muthafuckas learn, hope to God we'll scare ya to death |
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(people laughing) |
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(Jamie Madrox) |
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Die from the skin have the devil's chance |
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To breath |
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Hold ya hands to breathe |
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Terminal like disease |
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With amphedimenes |
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Goosebumps from a cold breeze |
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Foamin' at the mouth like I got rabies |
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Scabies |
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Maybe...it's 'cause I'm just a creep |
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Slippin' through your dream at night when you're when you're fast asleep |
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Shoulda get at me cuz I'm a freak |
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Don't peep |
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Quick to hung your ass with a bare sheet |
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Dangle boo, I'm scarin' em', bodies filled with fright |
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Vocal chords jumpin' out in the street light |
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Just might play today be nice |
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Crunch a mothafuckin' bottle over my head in a streetfight |
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I'm feelin' alright |
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Dynomite!! |
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Outta sight |
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Like Jimmy Walker |
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Cut a mothafuckin' head off but it on the keep |
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just like Betty Crocker |
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Night stalker |
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Anti-shittalker |
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Inventor of the vibe |
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Come and take a look at my mind |
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You will see shit don't work properly on inside |
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Outside is another whole story together |
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Got six bullet holes in the front of my sweater |
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No matter the weather |
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Some feel better |
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Any days make a nigga feel a little better |
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Never... |
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Feel bad with the good inside |
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Gotta scuffle with your knife to your head in the cowhide |
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Creepin' outside |
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Like a nigga insane |
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Tappin' bloody fingers on the windowpane |
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Leave em' out to play |
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Suckas say no way |
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Better come back on another day |
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Lock your windows and your doors but be prepared |
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For a brother to stop and ask you, is you scared? |
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(people laughing) |
