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letra de put the fuckin’ gun away - willie d

[intro:]
yo d man, check this sh-t out
i got my piece with me, right?
we going to bust a cap in a mother f-ckers -ss tonight!
[willie dee:] man shut your stupid little -ss up
this what you’re mother f-cking -ss need to do!

[verse 1: willie dee]
put the f-cking gun away, take up karate
’cause you don’t want to shoot no-godd-mn-body
put up the mother f-cking steel and chill
before that high-cappin’ sh-t get you k!lled
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 sh-t
’cause i draw and i bar no son of a b-tch
that means your momma, your daddy, your sister, your d-mn 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-cking gun away!

[hook:]
hey!
if you want to live mother f-cker
if you want to live you better put the f-cking gun away!
you don’t want to shoot no-godd-mn-body

[verse 2: willie dee]
put the f-cking 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 -ss since my first pacifier
i never felt the desire to follow rules
i’m genuine old-school d-mn 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 f-cking gun away!” is what i told one sucker
but he was a hard-headed f-cker
he was flashing a .357 at me
he didn’t know i had a motherf-ckin’ uzi
if he took another step i couldn’t refuse
to put his -ss 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–ss rope
i don’t give a f-ck about no mother f-cking witnesses
you better listen when willie says, “put the f-cking gun away!”

[hook:]
hey!
if you want to live mother f-cker
if you want to live you better put the f-cking gun away!
you don’t want to shoot no-godd-mn-body

[verse 3: willie dee]
yo man, i was at this party on the south side of town
i saw this p-ssy–ss punk i had to beat down
him and his posse was standing near and drinking
that’s when i knew the sh-t 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 b-tches
after drinking a bottle of wild irish rose
i said, “suck my d-ck, 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, scr-pped down like rambo
he had the 5th ward posse in effect
they didn’t know they was f-cking with
chop pistol, was the first mother f-cker that rose
hit him in the face and broke his godd-mn nose
(“call the doctor, call the doctor!”)
d-mn ’em! we started slammin’ mother f-ckers at random
i heard a b-tch 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 f-cking gun away!

[hook:]
hey!
if you want to live mother f-cker
if you want to live you better put the f-cking gun away!
you don’t want to shoot no-godd-mn-body

- willie d

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