Give Up Your Guns Lyrics - The Album - Royce Da 5'9

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When I woke up this morning 

I found myself alone 

I turned to touch her hair 

And she was gone, she was gone 

And there beside my pillow 

Were her tears from the night before 

She said give up your guns and face the law 

I robbed a bank in Tampa 

And I thought I had it made 

But the hounds picked up my trail within the glades 

So I ran 

And I stumbled on this cabin 

And she came to me to me once more 

She said give up your guns 

She said give up your guns 

She said give up your guns 

And face the law 

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This is a stick up, stick up 

Pistols will lift up, lift up 

If you don't get up, get up 

Your hands 

Kwe tell 'em 

Succumb to the violence 

And we get numb and get silent 

Get my gun into firing 

I'm never runnin' or hidin' 

About a hundred any minute bullets runnin' from the guns 

In front of any one of y'all youngins 

We ain't trippin in the winter 

Still killin' spring chickens 

We ain't slippin, we ain't sittin' 

You ain't listen this is me 

Bitch this Is Nickel bitch 

I'm G 

With my nigga Kweli 

Get back gettin' stacks since 03' 

No strings yo swing wack 

Spittin' crack makin' tracks 

Like a dope fiend oh 

Me and my team hot 

Dream team I done seen 

Obscene fiends seein' 

Nigga whole backdrop 

Like a green screen stuck before its cream 

So they stuck him up in Sing Sing 

I know what you mean dog 

I been caught between walls 

I don't kill (I'm the boss) 

I just make Scream calls 

I don't aim I don't give a speech in the streets 

Like I'm livin' in the movie 

I just let the thing off 

Hittin' up my funds while I'm rippin up the slums 

With the only pistol left 

Cause they givin up they 

Guns 

Photos 

And now I'm in this cabin where my own true love should be 

Instead there lies a note she wrote to me 

And it said: though you can't live by the bullet 

But you sure as dead can die 

My love give up your guns or say goodbye 

Goodbye 

And the sheriff now is calling with a shotgun at my door 

Son 

Give up your guns 

And face the law 

Hell naw my niggas don't make speeches 

Cause we ain't no fake preachers 

Or follow fake teachers 

Soon as the state releases 

You from the bank 

You not a citizen 

You quickly learn the difference 

Between rights and privileges 

Nothin' like Deliverence 

Remember when Sai got shot? 

Yo it was winter he layed on the ice shiverin' 

Comfortably numb 

He was killed for being hungry and young 

Violently is how the company run 

They dump in the slum 

See the flashing lights and the gun 

At the end of the tunnel no rebuttal to run 

The blood is the sum of the equation 

When you add up the factors 

The splatters attractive 

Life don't matter to rappers 

So we glorify and glamorize 

Talk about our plans to die 

And learn to always stay inside the motherfuckin' camera's eye 

Get my good side, murder is so sexy 

But the hood cried every time one of us would die 

Give up my guns never you crazy? 

I'm all blazey 

All 80 fly out 

Put you right out lets try it out 

Save the babies 

Bressed to impress 

Blow a hole in your vest 

With suitcase money I roll up the stretch 

High powered 9's Mausbergs 

Squeeze faster than new V's 

Fresh new bags of bullets or bean 

Got my paper poppin' and plottin' 

I blow a hole right through your stocking 

Come out your back and scratch up your lockin' 

We real killas and don dons 

Pop through the vagabond tons 

Boulevards where niggas will pull a card 

Wrong songs don't play me lady killas 

Baby guerrillas with hate feelings 

That'll spray up the ceilings 

The best ninjas in the business 

Mind your business 

Staten judicious 

Malicious team we live in the kitchens 

And dis niggas go the fuck home 

Bring better biscuits 

Come to the rally and flash if you with this 

I'm not playin'. We shoot niggas. All day. Keep them hollows nigga. They got 

New little guns. New little joints with long baby missiles in it. Them the 

Joints we play with nigga. The Einsteins is on nigga. Hard bottoms in 

The hoodie. Ice Water nigga. Word up. General Shala Raekwon. All day 

E'day. A professional. Yeah. Get that money niggas. Don't never give up 

Them guns. You stupid?