I Put It Down Songtext
von AP.9

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 niggas 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, nigga
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 niggas (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 niggas in the slammer who might never come around
I put it down for the real niggas (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 niggas 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 niggas (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 niggas in the slammer who might never come around
I put it down for the real niggas (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 niggas in the slammer who might never come around