Lyrics:
One month down
Still got a couple left to go
It's like some hocus pocus
How I focus on the frowns
I guess it's my culture shock
Rockin world's
I put the gun down, beat you with Bruce Lee
My bitch set him up, I rob him, waist deep
Better put gloves on when you finna handle me
Halloween masked
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
niggaz know how to shoot joints] (Put down the gun son)
[Elmira, Riker's Island, coming from Brownsville] (Put down the gun son)
Niggaz tried to front
in squares as a sculpture, it's Culture
Rappers going down in stories I go down in history
Put a mark on the kid you still miss me
King gone to battle
pisses me out
Clowns keep clowning around
Keep the culture alive til I fuck y'all mumble shit
Never forget where it came from
Never let down the OG's
don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, lil' bloody
Don't play with the gun smoke
you want to gun me down?
I don't want to do the gun dance pray the gun jam, pray the- pray the gun jam (bow)
Hootie, hootie (click, click), hootie,
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
How can heck can you be on the fence about our government taking the guns we meant for our defense against corrupted men, it's funny when
You follow
evil flock to me
Let's go
必要、自分自身のために
でも
By my lone, they throwing them stones then copping pleas
Hell no
(Hell yeah)
(Slimy)
Bad lil bitch she doming
down let me die (scars)
Load up your six-shot baby
Put it to my head
Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured
Put it to me, dead
Lay your guns down let
a come here we gonna put it down
Everyday some boy get up and a walk with dem gun
A bend up dem fist like the King Kong son
If a man go ehh
Run dem wah
KRS and Melodie live together with D-Nice and Harmony
Side by side with Rebecca, D-Square, Sidney
BDP!
Yes!
I got a hundred guns two hundred
(uh-oh, uh-oh)
Freak, freak y'all, fifteen
(Oh) yes, yes y'all
Put them hands in the air, y'all (oh)
It's Mos Def, y'all
Now, put them hands in
(uh-oh, uh-oh)
Freak, freak y'all, fifteen
(Oh) yes, yes y'all
Put them hands in the air, y'all (oh)
It's Mos Def, y'all
Now, put them hands in
long
Just like a wild and restless drifter
Like a cowboy in a song
I met a dark haired beauty
Where they lay the whiskey down
In southern Arizona
In
kick ur sand castle down like i live on the beach throw my darts in the crowd thats a old bombing speach knock u out like u stole something put u ina
the truth
We dealing with unemployment in the city black youth
usin rap, to put clothes on they back
No culture, or disciplined, way to act
But soon yo, we'll
side
She my other gun
Should I go to war
Holding me down
That's what she there for
She my other gun, yeah, yeah
She my other gun
Put me first even when
Ni--a get your hands out my pocket
I gotta gun in my hand and I'm feeling like the muthf--cking man yeah
I gotta gun in my hand and I'm feeling
Is there anyone out there recieving this message
Breaking news
Were bieng attacked by whack rappers
From the East The West Coast
Down South and up
Okay
Lil culture just fucked your girl and put her moan up on my soundboard
I took way too many downers today before rapping, that's probably why I sound
Trop immature, ça, sound boy tu l'es c'est sûr
Trop immature tu gères pas quand t'es biture
Put down tha gun Put down tha gun
Put down tha gun says
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