[Intro:]
Yo D man, check this sh*t out
I got my piece with me, right?
We going to bust a cap in a mother f*ckers ass tonight!
[WILLIE DEE:] Man shut your stupid little ass up
This what you're mother f*cking ass need to do!
[Verse 1: Willie Dee]
Put the f*cking gun away, take up karate
'Cause you don't want to shoot no-goddamn-body
Put up the mother f*cking steel and chill
Before that high-cappin' sh*t get you killed
It's time for your kind to get realistic
'Cause people like me making y'all statistics
You don't want to step with that ho sh*t
'Cause I draw and I bar no son of a b*tch
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*cking gun away!
[Hook:]
Hey!
If you want to live mother f*cker
If you want to live you better put the f*cking gun away!
You don't want to shoot no-goddamn-body
[Verse 2: Willie Dee]
Put the f*cking gun away, I done told ya
You've been warned by a ghetto soldier
Who ever ever said they took me as a liar
'Cause I've been kicking ass since my first pacifier
I never felt the desire to follow rules
I'm genuine old-school damn fool
Sometimes you don't make it to the trunk
I don't rely on the punk 'cause I love to chunk
Toe to toe against any hoe
They don't make my kind anymore so
"Put the f*cking gun away!" is what I told one sucker
But he was a hard-headed f*cker
He was flashing a .357 at me
He didn't know I had a motherf*ckin' Uzi
If he took another step I couldn't refuse
To put his ass on the ten o'clock news
He took it and that's all I gave him
That's 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-ass rope
I don't give a f*ck about no mother f*cking witnesses
You better listen when Willie says, "Put the f*cking gun away!"
[Hook:]
Hey!
If you want to live mother f*cker
If you want to live you better put the f*cking gun away!
You don't want to shoot no-goddamn-body
[Verse 3: Willie Dee]
Yo man, I was at this party on the south side of town
I saw this pus*y-ass punk I had to beat down
Him and his posse was standing near and drinking
That's when I knew the sh*t was finna start stinking
I wasn't about 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 troops on the portable cellular phone
Before the punks could get suspicious
I returned and mingled with the b*tches
After drinking a bottle of wild Irish Rose
I said, "Suck my di*k, it ain't 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 Chuck, scrapped down like Rambo
He had the 5th Ward posse in effect
They didn't know they was f*cking with
Chop pistol, was the first mother f*cker that rose
Hit him in the face and broke his goddamn nose
("Call the doctor, call the doctor!")
Damn 'em! We started slammin' mother f*ckers at random
I heard a b*tch scream, "He's got a gun!"
I didn't know which one so I said bar none
(*gunshots*) That's all you heard
When the smoke cleared, all my boys were worried
We served 'em up on a meat-wagon platter
It wouldn't of happened if he had a-put the f*cking gun away!
[Hook:]
Hey!
If you want to live mother f*cker
If you want to live you better put the f*cking gun away!
You don't want to shoot no-goddamn-body