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Thread: Give Up Your Guns - Track Review

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    Give Up Your Guns

    The Bar Exam 2 : The Album - Royce Da 5'9"
    2008

    Royce Da 5'9"
    Talib Kweli
    Raekwon


    DJ Wich




    [Intro]

    When I woke up this morning
    I found myself alone
    I turned to touch her hair
    And she was gone, she was gone
    And there beside my pillow
    Were her tears from the night before
    She said give up your guns and face the law

    I robbed a bank in Tampa
    And I thought I had it made
    But the hounds picked up my trail within the glades
    So I ran
    And I stumbled on this cabin
    And she came to me to me once more
    She said give up your guns
    She said give up your guns
    She said give up your guns
    And face the law

    [chorus #1 x2]

    (Royce Da 5'9")

    This is a stick up, stick up
    Pistols will lift up, lift up
    If you don't get up, get up
    Your hands
    Kwe tell 'em

    (Talib Kweli)

    Succumb to the violence
    And we get numb and get silent
    Get my gun into firing
    I'm never runnin' or hidin'

    (Royce Da 5'9")

    About a hundred any minute bullets runnin' from the guns
    In front of any one of y'all youngin's
    We ain't trippin' in the winter
    Still killin' spring chickens
    We ain't slippin', we ain't sittin'
    You ain't listen this is me
    Bitch this Is Nickel bitch
    I'm G
    With my nigga Kweli
    Get back gettin' stacks since 03'
    No strings yo swing wack
    Spittin' crack makin' tracks
    Like a dope fiend oh
    Me and my team hot
    Dream team I done seen
    Obscene fiends seein'
    Nigga whole backdrop
    Like a green screen stuck before its cream
    So they stuck him up in Sing Sing
    I know what you mean dog
    I been caught between walls
    I don't kill *I'm the boss*
    I just make Scream calls
    I don't aim I don't give a speech in the streets
    Like I'm livin' in the movie
    I just let the thing off
    Hittin' up my funds while I'm rippin' up the slums
    With the only pistol left
    Cause they givin' up they guns

    [Chorus #2]

    And now I'm in this cabin where my own true love should be
    Instead there lies a note she wrote to me
    And it said: though you can't live by the bullet
    But you sure as dead can die
    My love give up your guns or say goodbye
    Goodbye
    And the sheriff now is calling with a shotgun at my door
    Son give up your guns
    And face the law

    [chorus #1 x2]

    [Talib Kweli]
    Hell naw my niggas don't make speeches
    Cause we ain't no fake preachers
    Or follow fake teachers
    Soon as the state releases
    You from the bank
    You not a citizen
    You quickly learn the difference
    Between rights and privileges
    Nothin' like Deliverence
    Remember when Sai got shot?
    Yo it was winter he lay on the ice shiverin'
    Comfortably numb
    He was killed for being hungry and young
    Violently is how the company run
    They dump in the slum
    See the flashing lights and the gun
    At the end of the tunnel no rebuttal to run
    The blood is the sum of the equation
    When you add up the factors
    The splatters attractive
    Life don't matter to rappers
    So we glorify and glamorize
    Talk about our plans to die
    And learn to always stay inside the muhfuckin' camera's eye
    Get my good side, murder is so sexy
    But the hood cried every time one of us would die

    (Raekwon)

    Give up my guns never you crazy?
    I'm all blazey
    All 80 fly out
    Put you right out lets try it out
    Save the babies
    Bressed to impress
    Blow a hole in your vest
    With suitcase money I roll up the stretch
    High powered 9's Mausbergs
    Squeeze faster than new V's
    Fresh new bags of bullets or bean
    Got my paper poppin' and plottin'
    I blow a hole right through your stocking
    Come out your back and scratch up your laughlin'
    We real killas and don dons
    Pop through the vagabond tons
    Boulevards where niggas will pull a card
    Wrong songs don't play me lady killas
    Baby guerrillas with hate feelings
    That'll spray up the ceilings
    The best ninjas in the business
    Mind your business
    Staten judicious
    Malicious team we live in the kitchens
    And dis niggas go the fuck home
    Bring better biscuits
    Come to the rally and flash if you with this

    [Outro]

    (Raekwon)

    I'm not playin'. We shoot niggas. All day. Keep them hollows nigga. They got
    new little guns. New little joints with long baby missiles in it. Them the
    joints we play with nigga. The Einsteins is on nigga. Hard bottoms in
    the hoody. Ice Water nigga. Word up. General Shalah Raekwon. All day
    e'day. A professional. Yeah. Get that money niggas. Don't never give up
    them guns. You stupid?
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    Really an epic song. Everybody murks this. Happy birthday Rae.
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