Put Your Guns Down Lyrics - Digi Snacks - Rza

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 iPod 

Cause my squad, nigga is Die Hard 

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 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 Grammy 

They'd rather see me stressed out concealin my jammy 

Hopin, I got smoked out and broke like Sammy 

Spin 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