Текст песни Rappin` 4-Tay - Lay Ya Gunz Down
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(Verse 1):I be poppin` this game with the most infamousRiders who be frontin` shit niggas known for killin` shitOut on the run with your gun Mr. Smith `n Wesson makin` major connectionStressin` but you pack protectionDear Lord I`m prayin`In whatever direction they out to get meStop breakin` laws for the cause haters out to kill meLook what I`m facin` retaliation who`s the manTakin` out your anger but there`s victim of circumstancersLike little kids and brothas `n sistas `n cuzzinsBut you don`t give a fuck cause you keep blowin `em upSpreadin `n buckin `emNow what`s your contribution life in an institutionThem guns you`re usin` in this game got us brothas losin` everythangAnd it`s lookin` bad for the home teamSometimes a gang`ll have you caught up wit them tripple beamsNo, never be a punk I`m coughin` off this chronic smokeI know you ain`t no jokeYou`s a bitch when you smoke your folks(Chorus): 2xBrothas are dyin` and bullets are flyin`And mommas are cryin` Muthafucka put them guns downBabies 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 thatSo you`s a man because you pack a .9 millami to GatThat shit is old who you wanna impress all your friendsCock the hammer back [?] stuck in the penThat`s what they want playaCan`t you see it`s clear theyShippin` them guns just like that coke so we can sprayIt takes a fool to learn the devil loves nobodyPlus the trigga`s got no heart, man fuck a autopsyWe ripped off I`m pissed off my people`s fallin` offTryin` to get a reputation find him with his head off in a ditchSo ain`t that `bout a bitch found out he was a snitchSo they kicked to the norch and never did a liquor timeThat`s why I spit these rhymes so hopefully You can see the game is quick to hypnotise your mindAnd if you let it you`ll gettin` caught upThought he had your back but when the drama took placeThem fools was up now picture that(Chorus): 2x(Verse 3):Who can you trust when they buckin` up `n down your blockCause 911 is just a joke full of crooked copsNightstalkers creepin` thru your back[?] but it be for real , manThat`s just what them guns forCause it ain`t no tellin`Gots to always keep escape routesConvicts and felons ain`t the only foolsTakin `em out for good punk I wish you wouldI hope I`m understood because them funerals batch and batchThis ain`t no goodCan`t even stroll on the sunday with my kids and motherI`m gettin` sick and tired I`ll always have a break for coverWith all this drama `n hustlin`A playa`s tryin` to accomplishAnd that`s we all know another day is never promisedIt`s fault across the world not just up in CaliforniaYou doin` dirt you best believe the dirt gon creep up on yaBatterram 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 ClintonY`all need to holla at playa , doughAnd all you TRU playas out there , manPut them guns downAnd that`s real