Willie D - Put The f**in' Gun Away lyrics

[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