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I Put It Down

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Hip-Hop/Rap

I Put It Down was released on April 26, 2011 by City Hall Records or MBP50 D50 as a part of the album Relentless

Song Details

AlbumRelentless

Release DateApril 26, 2011

LabelCity Hall Records or MBP50 D50

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM88

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

AP.9

Performer

Kenneth Huddleston

Kenneth Huddleston

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

AP.9

Composer

Kenneth Huddleston

Kenneth Huddleston

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

AP.9

Producer

Cozmo

Producer

Lyrics

They say, "Nine you's a fool, how you do your thing?

You know I listen to your music when my mood is swangin'"

So I try to think about the times we had to put it down

Rap **** talkin' they real, but they don't come around

And it's a shame how the streets embrace the fake

But they blind, I can see through they rhymes, they really snakes

But that pen and pad don't make you real, ****

Just 'cause you rap about murders don't make you real, killer

I pull the sheets off these rap dudes, they ain't with it

Every day they see me with killers, see anyone can get it

And I was placed by the finest in this world

See I'm a diamond, I'm the one that they tryna be

I got my ear to the streets, I listen when them shots rang

First forty-eight on my block, no one'll say a thing

Nobody tells in the ghetto, this is slums

Where we hustle every day and we love to shoot them guns

I put it down for the real **** (I put it down)

I put it down for the real G's (I put it down)

I put it down for the bitches in the trap who hold it down

For they **** in the slammer who might never come around

I put it down for the real **** (I put it down)

I put it down for the real G's (I put it down)

I put it down for the bitches in the trap who hold it down

For they **** in the slammer who might never come around

They say, "Nine you's a fool, how you spit your game?"

And it's a trip how they hatin', but forget them lame

'Cause in your face they say they love you

Behind your back they wanna slug you

Bitches on your dick but it's a setup, they just wanna fuck you

And get you set up for your jewels and your shiny diamonds

See they not playin' by these rules when they see you climbin'

The top is the end, the bottom's where the weak stay

Playin' for position, I'm livin' all through these weekdays

Even on the weekends I hustle through the deep end

Known to keep my enemies close, even these cheap friends

Who can you trust when your money don't fold?

And everybody got they hands out and sellin' they soul

See we went gold back in '99, can't nobody stop my shine

Long as I stick to the streets and never drop a dime

I'm on my money grind, everything I do is real

Worked for everything that I own and I will never steal

I put it down for the real **** (I put it down)

I put it down for the real G's (I put it down)

I put it down for the bitches in the trap who hold it down

For they **** in the slammer who might never come around

I put it down for the real **** (I put it down)

I put it down for the real G's (I put it down)

I put it down for the bitches in the trap who hold it down

For they **** in the slammer who might never come around

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