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Put Your Guns Down - Rza
Niggas never grow up some drink til they throw up
Some sniff that coc*ine til they f**king brains blow up
Grass junkies drunk on that Brass Monkey
Walk around wit the brain of a Crash Dummie
How the f**k you gonna try to gas cash from me
You be in the House of a 1 000 Corpse like Rob Zombie
Culture this I God all inside your iPod
Cuz my squad ni**a is die hard
Put your guns down shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks put that a** on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder world's getting colder
Hood's like Iraq and I'm just a soldier
Put your guns down shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks put that a** on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder world's getting colder
Hood's like Iraq and I'm just a soldier
Niggas creep yo check it yo yo
Welcome to the City of God where it's gritty and hard
And these dogs walk around at least fifty a squad
Saying give me a yard trynna split me a broad
Maybe spit me a dart so I could get me a car
Niggas creep half can't read or speak
Shoot the whole crib buckwild like Little Zeke
From the slums yeah we be the blind deaf and dumb
We got six year old sons knowing how to use a gun
They would shoot and don't think about it won't even blink about it
Go home lay on momma breast ni**a drink about it
So while you huff and you puff like you rough and tough
Your a** turn to a b**ch once you in the cuffs
Put your guns down shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks put that a** on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder world's getting colder
Hood's like Iraq and I'm just a soldier
Nobody understands me not even my family
Most important man on the planet still they ban me
Instead of giving praises and revealing a Grammy
They'd rather see me stressed out concealing my jammy
Hoping I got smoked out and broke like Sammy
Spent the wheel of fortune then get struck wit a whammy
Never that black I got my act together
How can hip hop be dead when Wu-Tang is forever
Put your guns down shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks put that a** on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder world's getting colder
Hood's like Iraq and I'm just a soldier
Put your guns down shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks put that a** on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder world's getting colder
Hood's like Iraq and I'm just a soldier