RZA Put Your Guns Down

• RZA-Put Your Guns DownLRC歌词

• 更新时间：2009-3-12
• 刷新时间：2018-07-12 07:10
• [ti:Put Your Guns Down] [ar:RZA] [al:Digi Snacks] [by:linn.pro] [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]

• RZA-Put Your Guns Down歌词

• 歌词名称：Put Your Guns Down
• 演唱歌手：RZA
• 歌词专辑：Digi Snacks
• Grass junkies, drunk on that Brass Monkey Niggas never grow up, some drink til they throw up Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up 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 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 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 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? 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 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
  
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