[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: x2]

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: x2]



[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: x2]



[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