[Intro:]
Yo D man, check this sh** out
I got my piece with me, right?
We going to bust a cap in a mother f**ers a** tonight!
[WILLIE DEE:] Man shut your stupid little a** up
This what you're mother f**ing a** need to do!
[Verse 1: Willie Dee]
Put the f**ing gun away, take up karate
'Cause you don't want to shoot no god damn body
Put up the mother f**ing steel and chill
Before that high capping sh** get you k**ed
It's time for your kind to get realistic
'Cause people like me making your statistics
You don't want to step with that hoe sh**
'Cause I ?? and I ?? no son of a b**h
That means your momma, your daddy, your sister your damn brother
Your aunt, your uncle your slow walking grand mother
And any other that gets in my way
You want to see another birthday? Put the f**ing gun away!
[Hook:]
Hey!
If you want to live mother f**er
If you want to live you better put the f**ing gun away!
You don't want to shoot no god damn body
[Verse 2: Willie Dee]
Put the f**ing gun away, I done told ya
You've been warned by a ghetto soldier
Who ever ever said they took me as a liar
'Cause I've been kicking a** since my first pacifier
I never felt the desire to follow rules
I'm genuine old school damn fool
Sometimes you don't make it to the trunk
I don't rely on the punk 'cause I love to chunk
Toe to toe against any hoe
They don't make my kind any more so
Put the f**ing gun away is what I told one s**er
But he was a hard headed f**er
He was flashing a 357. at me
He didn't know I had a mother f**ing Uzi
If he took another step I couldn't refuse
To put his a** on the ten o'clock news
He took it and that's all I gave him
That's when I sprayed him and sprayed him and sprayed him and sprayed him and sprayed him
Went for his pockets 'cause I knew he sold dope
I took his money and a juicy a** rope
I don't give a f** about no mother f**ing witnesses
You better listen when Willie says, put the f**ing gun away!
[Hook:]
Hey!
If you want to live mother f**er
If you want to live you better put the f**ing gun away!
You don't want to shoot no god damn body
[Verse 3: Willie Dee]
Yo man, I was at this party on the South side of town
I saw this p**y a** punk I had to beat down
Him and his posse was standing near drinking
That's when I knew the sh** was fin to start stinking
I ??? To be a bum rush victim
Had to think of something quick that tricked him
I went to the John and got a dollar tone
Called my tricks on the portable cellular phone
Before the punks could get suspicious
I returned and mingled with the b**hes
After drinking a bottle of wild Irish ?
I said, "s** my dick it ain't enough of you hoes!"
The music stopped somebody said, "Get him"
The first punk came wit him, I hit him
Another voice said "Hit the flo'"
I turned around it was ? scrapped down like Rambo
He had the 5th Ward posse in his set
They didn't know they was f**ing with
Chop pistol, was the first mother f**er that rose
Hit him in the face and broke his god damn nose
("Call the doctor, call the doctor!")
Damn 'em, we started slammin' mother f**ers at random
I heard a b**h scream, "He's got a gun!"
I didn't know which one so I said ? none
(*gunshots*) That's all you heard
One the smoke cleared, all my boys were worried
We served 'em up on a mean wagon platter
It wouldn't of happened if he had a put the f**ing gun away!
[Hook:]
Hey!
If you want to live mother f**er
If you want to live you better put the f**ing gun away!
You don't want to shoot no god damn body