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RZA lyrics : "Put Your Guns Down"

(feat. Startel)

[RZA]

^!$$%s never grow up, some drink til they throw up
Some sniff that cocaine til they $#&@ing brains blow up
Grass junkies, drunk on that Brass Monkey

Walk around wit the brain of a Crash Dummie
How the $#&@ 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, ^!$$% is die hard


[Chorus 2X: Startel]
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks, put that $$# on the ground

Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's getting colder
Hood's like Iraq, and I'm just a soldier


[RZA]
^!$$%s 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

^!$$%s 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, ^!$$%, drink about it

So while you huff and you puff, like you rough and tough
Your $$# turn to a (*##$ once you in the cuffs


[Chorus]

[RZA]

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?


[Chorus 2X]

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