Nick Jr - Put The Guns Down lyrics

[Verse 1: King Louie] Put the guns down, get your money up Let the kids live Grown goofys k**in' babies, what them kids did? sh** I live to see my mama, see her kid's kid And I put on for my city, what your kid did? Thanks to me the young Gs gettin' real bread, Panera Put the guns down and do better Put the guns down and do better [Verse 2: Katie Got Bandz] Chiraq crazy, gotta tell 'em put the guns down Shorties out here wildin', they ain't even got aim now Hittin' the wrong ones, Rastas cuttin' off their dreads now 12 ain't no better, they'll k** you for respect now Guns, put 'em up, tired of beggin', sippin' up The streets love Katie cause I spit the realest stuff Why you shooters tell, you ain't built, give it up Shorties stickin' up toys like they're in Toys 'R' Us [Verse 3: Saba] Never ran from Ku Klux and I shouldn't have to run from 'em My brother, we went to school together and pa**ed more than just judgement We save that for the lord, just seen a gurney Journey cut short, I wonder what was stored Yo you are not your surroundings so stop the hunt like a bounty My town forgot about their dreams and jumped to their plan B We robbin' and shootin', pollutin' the optics with Glock hits Why we think we gotta be in politics to stop it? [Hook: King Louie] Put the guns down, put the guns down Don't shoot 'em Put the guns down, put the guns down Don't shoot 'em Put the guns down, put the guns down Don't shoot 'em Put the guns down, put the guns down Don't shoot 'em [Verse 4: Common] I walk around the town, it's run down Sun up to Sun down, it's gun sounds It's like Nas, light up the nighttime Whole city surrounded by chalk lines No vital signs in the city, mamas holler cause they hear me My [?] got smoked so it's hard to see clearly It's eerie where the dead men walk, feds, they talk Caught up in the system but the system's never caught in this b**h [Verse 5: Nick Jr.] A lot of my friends been a victim by a gun I live in a city where the people get greedy Broadcast everywhere, CNN [?] sell it Been happenin' since Al Capone days When you hear a doot doot, get the hell out the way Kids gettin' hit by bullets with no names [?] are silly, pull the pole with no aim Now police do the same, I hope you feel my pain [Verse 6: Tree] This is for the shorties Posted on College go with the 40 Your homie got hit up, you know the story Prolly did it before, never did pay for it But you know what else, my n***a? You never got paid for it Hey boy, I ain't the boys, I've just seen it before You shoot, you go to jail, you never get out no more And the police, they never write you, your homies, they got your who*es And you're stuck up in the cell missin' kickin' it on the porch [Verse 7: Mic Terror] You [?] thug, you harda** [?] Could you at least go to target practice? Before you hit Heidi up, baby Jhene But you an anybody k**er, you [?] I guess Jonylah Watkins was an opp, huh? Can't box none so you wanna pop some But why you ain't that hard when the cops come? I can see it in your eyes, stop frontin' [Hook: King Louie] Put the guns down, put the guns down Don't shoot 'em Put the guns down, put the guns down Don't shoot 'em Put the guns down, put the guns down Don't shoot 'em Put the guns down, put the guns down Don't shoot 'em [Verse 8: G Herbo] I come from the bottom Where the shooters shootin' each other for a couple dollars Homicide cause your side say his side have a problem Resort to the drama [?] k**in' for honor, they don't think about your mama They love the Instagram, they don't think about the commas You [?] n***as copycats, I'm doing this you're doin' that Y'all want them Robin jeans, them Gucci belts, them Louis hats I'm up on bigger things like f** a plane, let's do a jet I bought them Vicky rings like f** the Range, I pull the Vette But nah forreal, before you pull that trigger, what if you was next? I'm gone [Verse 9: Noname Gypsy] I was partially standin' beside him When they parted the red sea, see the blood on the hydrant And the leaves like Ye said, they dead, funeral Newspaper like a brand new obituary Rap with my contemporaries, I ain't gotta think about it I dreamt about it, what's a demon to a ghetto now? Move around, heard a couple shots in my solitude Hallelu- went right past, that's what God'll do