Lil J - Put The f**in Gun Away

Song Rating: 7.11/10

Song lyrics:

[Intro:]
Yo D man, check this sh** out
I got my piece with me, right?
We going to bust a cap in a mother f**ers a** tonight!
[WILLIE DEE:] Man shut your stupid little a** up
This what youre mother f**ing a** need to do!

[Verse 1: Willie Dee]
Put the f**ing gun away, take up karate
Cause you dont want to shoot no god damn body
Put up the mother f**ing steel and chill
Before that high capping sh** get you k**ed
Its time for your kind to get realistic
Cause people like me making your statistics
You dont want to step with that hoe sh**
Cause I ?? and I ?? no son of a b**h
That means your momma, your daddy, your sister your damn 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**ing gun away!
[Hook:]
Hey!
If you want to live mother f**er
If you want to live you better put the f**ing gun away!
You dont want to shoot no god damn body

[Verse 2: Willie Dee]
Put the f**ing gun away, I done told ya
Youve been warned by a ghetto soldier
Who ever ever said they took me as a liar
Cause Ive been kicking a** since my first pacifier
I never felt the desire to follow rules
Im genuine old school damn fool
Sometimes you dont make it to the trunk
I dont rely on the punk cause I love to chunk
Toe to toe against any hoe
They dont make my kind any more so
Put the f**ing gun away is what I told one s**er
But he was a hard headed f**er
He was flashing a 357. at me
He didnt know I had a mother f**ing Uzi
If he took another step I couldnt refuse
To put his a** on the ten oclock news
He took it and thats all I gave him
Thats 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 a** rope
I dont give a f** about no mother f**ing witnesses
You better listen when Willie says, put the f**ing gun away!

[Hook:]
Hey!
If you want to live mother f**er
If you want to live you better put the f**ing gun away!
You dont want to shoot no god damn body

[Verse 3: Willie Dee]
Yo man, I was at this party on the South side of town
I saw this p**y a** punk I had to beat down
Him and his posse was standing near drinking
Thats when I knew the sh** was fin to start stinking
I ??? 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 tricks on the portable cellular phone
Before the punks could get suspicious
I returned and mingled with the b**hes
After drinking a bottle of wild Irish ?
I said, s** my dick it aint 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 ? scrapped down like Rambo
He had the 5th Ward posse in his set
They didnt know they was f**ing with
Chop pistol, was the first mother f**er that rose
Hit him in the face and broke his god damn nose
(Call the doctor, call the doctor!)
Damn em, we started slammin mother f**ers at random
I heard a b**h scream, Hes got a gun!
I didnt know which one so I said ? none
(*gunshots*) Thats all you heard
One the smoke cleared, all my boys were worried
We served em up on a mean wagon platter
It wouldnt of happened if he had a put the f**ing gun away!

[Hook:]
Hey!
If you want to live mother f**er
If you want to live you better put the f**ing gun away!
You dont want to shoot no god damn body

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 15:26