(Verse 1):
I be poppin` this game with the most infamous
Riders who be frontin` shit niggas known for killin` shit
Out on the run with your gun
Mr. Smith `n Wesson makin` major connection
Stressin` but you pack protection
Dear Lord I`m prayin`
In whatever direction they out to get me
Stop breakin` laws for the cause haters out to kill me
Look what I`m facin` retaliation who`s the man
Takin` out your anger but there`s victim of circumstancers
Like little kids and brothas `n sistas `n cuzzins
But you don`t give a fuck cause you keep blowin `em up
Spreadin `n buckin `em
Now what`s your contribution life in an institution
Them guns you`re usin` in this game got us brothas losin` everythang
And it`s lookin` bad for the home team
Sometimes a gang`ll have you caught up wit them tripple beams
No, never be a punk I`m coughin` off this chronic smoke
I know you ain`t no joke
You`s a bitch when you smoke your folks
(Chorus): 2x
Brothas are dyin` and bullets are flyin`
And mommas are cryin`
Muthafucka put them guns down
Babies are dyin` and mommas are cryin`
Because the bullets keep flyin`
Muthafucka lay dem guns down (lay dem guns down)
(Verse 2):
They say it takes a man to walk away but fuck that
So you`s a man because you pack a .9 millami to Gat
That shit is old who you wanna impress all your friends
Cock the hammer back [?] stuck in the pen
That`s what they want playa
Can`t you see it`s clear they
Shippin` them guns just like that coke so we can spray
It takes a fool to learn the devil loves nobody
Plus the trigga`s got no heart, man fuck a autopsy
We ripped off I`m pissed off my people`s fallin` off
Tryin` to get a reputation find him with his head off in a ditch
So ain`t that `bout a bitch found out he was a snitch
So they kicked to the norch and never did a liquor time
That`s why I spit these rhymes so hopefully
You can see the game is quick to hypnotise your mind
And if you let it you`ll gettin` caught up
Thought he had your back but when the drama took place
Them fools was up now picture that
(Chorus): 2x
(Verse 3):
Who can you trust when they buckin` up `n down your block
Cause 911 is just a joke full of crooked cops
Nightstalkers creepin` thru your back
[?] but it be for real , man
That`s just what them guns for
Cause it ain`t no tellin`
Gots to always keep escape routes
Convicts and felons ain`t the only fools
Takin `em out for good punk I wish you would
I hope I`m understood because them funerals batch and batch
This ain`t no good
Can`t even stroll on the sunday with my kids and mother
I`m gettin` sick and tired
I`ll always have a break for cover
With all this drama `n hustlin`
A playa`s tryin` to accomplish
And that`s we all know another day is never promised
It`s fault across the world not just up in California
You doin` dirt you best believe the dirt gon creep up on ya
Batterram here comes the F.B.I. and D.A.
When they come to buck you down it`s hard to live a playa`s way
(Chorus): 2x
(Outro):
[?]
Bob Dole and Bill Clinton
Y`all need to holla at playa , dough
And all you TRU playas out there , man
Put them guns down
And that`s real
