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    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 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  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  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 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 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  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  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    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 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  We ball, and we fight  And just like the freaks I come out every night  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 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 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 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