Put The Guns Down ft. Big Popa Lyrics

All this black-on-black live matter But all I keep seeing is black-on-black blood

Splatter I got to go outside

Tell them that the OG here You can put the gun down

Put the gun down Choose your life and live

It's Motel to begin Chips to be stacking

Bags to be grabbing A whole lot of money you can get

All you got to do is stop all this fight You ain't hurt nobody

Hurt nobody but yourself Stop all this fight

Put the gun down Show everybody that you care

Stop all this fight You ain't going nowhere

You ain't going nowhere but to death Stop all this fight

Been locked up, man You think that's real cool

Legit Get to the pipe

Ayy, I been in these streets since 94' Flippin' 8-balls and 0's

And all them real Gs owe me from Carver Shore

Rest my heart in Mercer Drive, I've been lucky

All this killing each other I ain't had to go through it

I ain't try to go through it I had big brothers

That did all that crazy business I had them brothers

That'll kill a cat quick I was like, man

I got to change, make a change Show the young kids you can change

At 16, seen a lot of things My brothers killers and robbers

Ain't hurting people Ayy, I'm trying to tell y'all Gs

I don't been through it too, man Man, put the gun down, man

All this killing each other ain't worth it

All you do is get locked up Got your mama crying

Your mama at the funeral Little sister all blind

Man, she got her eyes closed Tears running down her nose

But y'all mad at the world killing each other Like you ain't got no sense

You 18, yeah Let a real cat show you something

Let a OG show you You a little old gyp-gyp

I know cause you ain't grown up You still acting like a kid

You ain't nothing but a gyp I know you trying to make a name

I'm trying to put your gyps up on game You a legit

You ain't gonna do nothing But mess around and get yourself killed

Ayy, I'm talking about how to get paper

I'm talking about how to get dope I'm talking about stacking up your chips

Before somebody make you see your makeup Everybody got guns

And everybody know how to shoot So won't you just put down the gun

And let me show you how to get to the loop Get right

Get your mind right, money right Elevate your life

Lord, give me the strength To get through to these little gyps

I'm an OG, an OG to the streets But I don't know why

The gyps won't listen to me They'll stop all this fight

All this murder and the killing All this murder, all the killing

Stop all this fight Put the gun down

Get to the money Stop all this fight

All these bad women out here You just out here fighting

Stop all this fighting All this money you can get

But you'd rather throw bullets Ayy, so many kids dying in these streets

I wish, Lord, I can get through to them Tell them stop all them killing

And listen to a real OG And I'm getting to the paper

And I'm getting to the bread Stop all this killing

And I'm getting to the loot And I'm getting to the money

Stop all this killing Put the gun down

Put it down I'm sick and tired of seeing y'all on the news

Laying on the ground, B-Pop