Go for Your Guns

歌詞

"Get down let's see your hands, see your hands! Let's see your hands, everybody, hands! Everybody let's see some hands! Huh? Don't nobody move! Don't get out of the car, stay where you're at" Verse One: Niggaz in the street that I dislike You better get this right These days what the fuck is a fist fight Picture me puttin niggaz in headlocks When I can lick off shots, and put they ass in a box Cause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hook You're just lookin to get your motherfuckin life took Cause I can't wait to be a niggaz fate So while you lift weights, I'm liftin lite-ass nickel plates So if you wanna misbehave nigga I'll have to kick it to the motherfuckin grave digger Yeah motherfucker you heard it Doin all that rope-a-dope shit, nope, your dopey-ass murdered Niggaz'll be the Karate Kid But I'll be in prison doin a motherfuckin body-bid So you can take all that Rocky shit home Sylvester Stallone ain't shit against Al Capone Cause I ain't got no patience or energy for motherfuckers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure me Step up and play me like I'm soft Bitch I don't knock motherfuckers out, I'm knockin motherfuckers off Leavin the scene like Machine Gun Kelly Two to the head about four cross the belly Steady givin niggaz the runs Fuckin clam put your fists down and go for your guns "Alright, on the ground, face down face down on the ground Get on the ground Hands behind your head" "So, so what are you gonna do? Beat-beat the crap out of me?" NO! Verse Two: You punk-ass niggaz better hop or chill Cause my glock can kill twenty motherfuckers with boxer skills That's how I put a niggaz head out The murder scene needs more than Visine to get the red out And I don't give a fuck if you know Judo Cause I'ma blow your motherfuckin ass to Pluto And when I blast the trey niggaz pass away Put in the ground til your silly clown ass decay So all you niggaz with the jokes (Is everybody ready?) Well dibbida-dat's all folks Cause nigga you don't want the nine to go (boom) Niggaz like Tyson woulda died a long time ago Ran outta luck when I struck on you sucker ducks No uppercuts you'll be another motherfucker bucked Gettin all rumps in stuffed up boots Hell no, I'm givin motherfuckers burial suits Your little T.K.O was A.O.K. My way is R.I.P., niggaz are D.O.A. Dead on Arrival So nigga you better come with your gun if you want survival From the Mak-11 And those are real shots on the motherfuckin track 7 I ain't kickin niggaz buns If it's a bitch I'ma wetta you better go for your guns "Yo wassup, what the fuck is up now man?