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Put Down the Guns
JG feat. Ten-Tray, Stevo, Rhyme Poets, Madd Skillz, Prince Akeem
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Slinging slang, some young tongue says gang
And then you finally get banged
And start popping that thang
Funny feeling while you're staring at the ceiling
In the pen, locked in, blocked in
And pretend you don't grin
And when it's time for parole, you a pro
And you know just where to go to make yourself some dough
So now you're back on the low
Walking hard in the 40's
I look up, say what's up
Ain't seen him since we were shorties
Used to be homies
And now you don't even know me
Because you're bucking me tough
I say man you blown up
Yeah, been pumping weight upstate
And a trigger named Ben that was in for a break
He says what happened to that brother I shot
I said Joe, he's still alive thinking damn he forgot
In no time Joe put the 9 to his nose
Big as Moby Dick, I heard a click
And I said there she blows
Buck buck, oh now you the fool
Cause you bust two shots from a moving van
Quick on the trig when it comes to murder and blap
Let it be, I will bless and you have the gat
For 10 Tray, knuckles up to be free
Straight from the bricks so you know I'm down G
I'm not your enemy, I told you once before
How many brothers must die in a wrong war
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
It's just a front
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
It's just a front
It's nothing but fronts
I want peace, peace, for real see
And I'm not talking about a black piece of steel G
Put down the gun, son, don't flip
Check my script, check yourself and come equipped
With killing our youth, the only ones that can change this
Pump your fist for Dantrell Davis
Boom boom, the ill sound of a gun
He fell to the ground and there goes another one
Time for the poets, peace, they know it
The hood we stay in, the projects we play in
Cause unity is not mistaken, but false flagging and faking
I'm glad to see what's taken, but Bush and Mister Reagan
Cause any time you pay the cost you have to take a loss
Peace is not so soft, and from the boss, watch me break em off
Stick em, now he's stuck, he stuck the gun right in my gut
Cause he didn't know what's up, I pulled him down, we put em up
Mad Skillz, Mad Skillz throwing joints
You're knocking off your brother for some simple gang points
Trying to gain a rep, trying to be down
Lose your head chump, drop the Glock to the ground
Cause when the class is over and the bell rings
Will you be down with the punks or the Kings
Stop this crazy madness and the kill thrill
Knowledge being spoken from the brother Mad Skillz
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
It's just a front
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
It's just a front
It's nothing but fronts
Brothers trying to be bad to the bone
You ain't bad, punk, I'd rather smoke blunts
Instead of smoking chunks
Stop trying to be R.A. rated A for action
Save that bad mess for Michael Jackson
Put down the gun and pick up a mic kid
You'd be better off doing tours instead of doing this
So just take it from the man, a cop and a rapper
Got more with the shiggity-shabba son
And put down the gun
Put down my gat, I say never
Cause another brother got a gat without a lever
So I say never leave home without one
Around my ways, I shoot a punk in his damn face
And my attitude's rude, my gun's for fun
To make you fear the boom is the sound that you hear brother
And when I want I'm done yo
And that's when I might put down the gun
So what up, so what up, and that's the question
Got the Smith and Wesson
Ready and the man is steady like Freddy without knives
Taking all lives is simple kid
Then you get locked in the clink for the hit you did
Got a Glock in your sock and a 9 in the spine of your back
And your target is always black
Get a check up from the neck up, yo
The battle ain't won till you first put down the gun
The 10 Tray seeks truth to crush the lies
Black people die cause our brains are fried
Don't you see we got a universal enemy
Yet and still you point your god damn gat at me
How much heart does it take to smoke your own
Raise your fist black, cause the war is on
Freedom or death are the words you need to say
Save your bullets G for a rainy day
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
It's just a front
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
It's just a front
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
Put down the gun
It's nothing but fronts
It's just a front
It's nothing but fronts
Check it out y'all
Put down the gun
Check it out y'all
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