《Put Your Guns Down》歌词

歌词名称：Put Your Guns Down
歌手：RZA
所属专辑：Digi Snacks
歌词编辑：

Niggas never grow up, some drink til they throw up
Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up
Grass junkies, drunk on that Brass Monkey
Walk around wit the brain of a Crash Dummie
How the fuck 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, 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 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, 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
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?


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[ti:Put Your Guns Down]
[ar:RZA]
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[00:03.63]Niggas never grow up, some drink til they throw up
[00:06.24]Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up
[00:09.07]Grass junkies, drunk on that Brass Monkey
[00:12.20]Walk around wit the brain of a Crash Dummie
[00:14.75]How the fuck you gonna try to gas cash from me?
[00:17.73]You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie
[00:20.58]Culture this I God, all inside your iPod
[00:23.27]Cuz my squad, nigga is die hard
[02:52.81][02:30.56][01:45.21][00:48.37][00:26.08]Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds
[02:56.00][02:33.88][01:48.40][00:51.54][00:28.76]Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground
[03:04.10][02:41.55][01:56.30][00:59.72][00:37.06]Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's getting colder
[03:07.35][02:44.63][01:59.27][01:02.73][00:40.19]Hood's like Iraq, and I'm just a soldier
[01:06.75]Niggas creep, yo, check it, yo, yo
[01:10.98]Welcome to the City of God, where it's gritty and hard
[01:13.92]And these dogs walk around at least, fifty a squad
[01:16.73]Saying give me a yard, trynna, split me a broad
[01:19.60]Maybe, spit me a dart, so I could, get me a car
[01:22.46]Niggas creep, half can't read or speak
[01:25.35]Shoot the whole crib, buckwild like Little Zeke
[01:28.11]From the slums, yeah, we be the blind, deaf and dumb
[01:30.98]We got six year old sons, knowing how to use a gun
[01:33.76]They would shoot and don't think about it, won't even blink about it
[01:36.75]Go home, lay on momma breast, nigga, drink about it
[01:39.60]So while you huff and you puff, like you rough and tough
[01:42.41]Your ass turn to a bitch once you in the cuffs
[02:07.33]Nobody understands me, not even my family
[02:10.54]Most important man on the planet, still they ban me
[02:13.43]Instead of giving praises and revealing a Grammy
[02:16.29]They'd rather see me stressed out, concealing my jammy
[02:19.10]Hoping, I got smoked out and broke like Sammy
[02:21.90]Spent the wheel of fortune then get struck wit a whammy
[02:24.76]Never that, black, I got my act together
[02:27.51]How can hip hop be dead when Wu-Tang is forever?
[03:12.40]

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