Song | Put Your Guns Down |
Artist | RZA |
Album | Digi Snacks |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Niggas never grow up, some drink till they throw up | |
Some sniff that cocaine till they fuckin’ brains blow up | |
Grass junkies drunk on that | |
Brass Monkey | |
Walk around with the brain of a crash dummy | |
How the fuck you gonna try to gas cash from me? | |
You be in the | |
House of a 1000 | |
Corpse like | |
Rob Zombie | |
Culture this | |
I God, all inside your i | |
Pod‘Cause my squad, nigga is | |
Die HardPut your guns down, shoot a few rounds | |
Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground | |
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin’ colder | |
Hood's like | |
Iraq and I'm just a soldier | |
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds | |
Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground | |
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin’ 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 | |
Sayin’, “Give me a yard”, tryna 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 knowin’ 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 nigga, drink about it | |
So while you huff and you puff like you rough and tough | |
Your ass turn to a bitch once you in the cuffs | |
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds | |
Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground | |
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin’ 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 givin’ praises and revealin’ a | |
GrammyThey'd rather see me stressed out concealin’ my jammy | |
Hopin’, I got smoked out and broke like | |
SammySpin the wheel of fortune then get struck with 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 ass on the ground | |
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin’ colder | |
Hood's like | |
Iraq and I'm just a soldier | |
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds | |
Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground | |
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin’ colder | |
Hood's like | |
Iraq and I'm just a soldier |
Niggas never grow up, some drink till they throw up | |
Some sniff that cocaine till they fuckin' brains blow up | |
Grass junkies drunk on that | |
Brass Monkey | |
Walk around with the brain of a crash dummy | |
How the fuck you gonna try to gas cash from me? | |
You be in the | |
House of a 1000 | |
Corpse like | |
Rob Zombie | |
Culture this | |
I God, all inside your i | |
Pod' Cause my squad, nigga is | |
Die HardPut your guns down, shoot a few rounds | |
Fiftytwo blocks, put that ass on the ground | |
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world' s gettin' colder | |
Hood' s like | |
Iraq and I' m just a soldier | |
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds | |
Fiftytwo blocks, put that ass on the ground | |
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world' s gettin' 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 | |
Sayin', " Give me a yard", tryna 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 knowin' 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 nigga, drink about it | |
So while you huff and you puff like you rough and tough | |
Your ass turn to a bitch once you in the cuffs | |
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds | |
Fiftytwo blocks, put that ass on the ground | |
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world' s gettin' 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 givin' praises and revealin' a | |
GrammyThey' d rather see me stressed out concealin' my jammy | |
Hopin', I got smoked out and broke like | |
SammySpin the wheel of fortune then get struck with a whammy | |
Never that black, | |
I got my act together | |
How can hip hop be dead when | |
WuTang is forever? | |
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds | |
Fiftytwo blocks, put that ass on the ground | |
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world' s gettin' colder | |
Hood' s like | |
Iraq and I' m just a soldier | |
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds | |
Fiftytwo blocks, put that ass on the ground | |
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world' s gettin' colder | |
Hood' s like | |
Iraq and I' m just a soldier |
Niggas never grow up, some drink till they throw up | |
Some sniff that cocaine till they fuckin' brains blow up | |
Grass junkies drunk on that | |
Brass Monkey | |
Walk around with the brain of a crash dummy | |
How the fuck you gonna try to gas cash from me? | |
You be in the | |
House of a 1000 | |
Corpse like | |
Rob Zombie | |
Culture this | |
I God, all inside your i | |
Pod' Cause my squad, nigga is | |
Die HardPut your guns down, shoot a few rounds | |
Fiftytwo blocks, put that ass on the ground | |
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world' s gettin' colder | |
Hood' s like | |
Iraq and I' m just a soldier | |
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds | |
Fiftytwo blocks, put that ass on the ground | |
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world' s gettin' 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 | |
Sayin', " Give me a yard", tryna 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 knowin' 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 nigga, drink about it | |
So while you huff and you puff like you rough and tough | |
Your ass turn to a bitch once you in the cuffs | |
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds | |
Fiftytwo blocks, put that ass on the ground | |
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world' s gettin' 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 givin' praises and revealin' a | |
GrammyThey' d rather see me stressed out concealin' my jammy | |
Hopin', I got smoked out and broke like | |
SammySpin the wheel of fortune then get struck with a whammy | |
Never that black, | |
I got my act together | |
How can hip hop be dead when | |
WuTang is forever? | |
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds | |
Fiftytwo blocks, put that ass on the ground | |
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world' s gettin' colder | |
Hood' s like | |
Iraq and I' m just a soldier | |
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds | |
Fiftytwo blocks, put that ass on the ground | |
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world' s gettin' colder | |
Hood' s like | |
Iraq and I' m just a soldier |