Put the Fuckin’ Gun Away

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, D, man, check this shit out I got my piece with me, right? We going to bust a cap in a motherfucker's ass tonight! [WILLIE DEE] Man, shut your stupid little ass up This what your motherfucking ass need to do! [Verse 1: Willie Dee] Put the fucking gun away, take up karate 'Cause you don't want to shoot no-goddamn-body Put up the motherfucking steel and chill Before that high-cappin' shit get you killed It's time for your kind to get realistic 'Cause people like me making y'all statistics You don't want to step with that ho shit 'Cause I draw and I bar no son of a bitch That means your momma, your daddy, your sister, your damn brother Your aunt, your uncle your slow-walking grandmother And any other that gets in my way You want to see another birthday? Put the fucking gun away! [Hook] Hey! If you want to live mother fucker If you want to live you better put the fucking gun away! You don't want to shoot no-goddamn-body [Verse 2: Willie Dee] Put the fucking 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 ass 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 anymore so "Put the fucking gun away!" is what I told one sucker But he was a hard-headed fucker He was flashing a .357 at me He didn't know I had a motherfuckin' UZI If he took another step I couldn't refuse To put his ass 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-ass rope I don't give a fuck about no mother fucking witnesses You better listen when Willie says, "Put the fucking gun away!" [Hook] Hey! If you want to live, motherfucker If you want to live you better put the fucking gun away! You don't want to shoot no-goddamn-body [Verse 3: Willie Dee] Yo, man, I was at this party on the south side of town I saw this pussy-ass punk I had to beat down Him and his posse was standing near and drinking That's when I knew the shit was finna start stinking I wasn't about 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 troops on the portable cellular phone Before the punks could get suspicious I returned and mingled with the bitches After drinking a bottle of wild Irish Rose I said, "Suck 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 Chuck, scrapped down like Rambo He had the 5th Ward Posse in effect They didn't know they was fucking with Chop pistol, was the first motherfucker that rose Hit him in the face and broke his goddamn nose ("Call the doctor, call the doctor!") Damn 'em! We started slammin' motherfuckers at random I heard a bitch scream, "He's got a gun!" I didn't know which one so I said bar none (*gunshots*) That's all you heard When the smoke cleared, all my boys were worried We served 'em up on a meat-wagon platter It wouldn't of happened if he had a-put the fucking gun away! [Hook] Hey! If you want to live, mother fucker If you want to live you better put the fucking gun away! You don't want to shoot no-goddamn-body