Put Your Guns Down

[RZA] Niggas never grow up, some drink til they throw up Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up Grass junkies, drunk on that Brass Monkey Walk around wit the brain of a Crash Dummie How the fuck you gonna try to gas cash from me? You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie Culture this I God, all inside your iPod Cuz my squad, nigga is die hard [Hook 2X: Startel] Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's getting colder Hood's like Iraq, and I'm just a soldier [RZA] Niggas creep, yo, check it, yo, yo Welcome to the City of God, where it's gritty and hard And these dogs walk around at least, fifty a squad Saying give me a yard, trynna, split me a broad Maybe, spit me a dart, so I could, get me a car Niggas creep, half can't read or speak Shoot the whole crib, buckwild like Little Zeke From the slums, yeah, we be the blind, deaf and dumb We got six year old sons, knowing how to use a gun They would shoot and don't think about it, won't even blink about it Go home, lay on momma breast, nigga, drink about it So while you huff and you puff, like you rough and tough Your ass turn to a bitch once you in the cuffs [Hook] [RZA] Nobody understands me, not even my family Most important man on the planet, still they ban me Instead of giving praises and revealing a Grammy They'd rather see me stressed out, concealing my jammy Hoping I got smoked out and broke like Sammy Spent the wheel of fortune then get struck wit a whammy Never that, black, I got my act together How can hip hop be dead when Wu-Tang is forever? [Hook 2X]