| Song | Put Your Guns Down |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | Digi Snacks |
| 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 |