Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Go For Your Guns Lyrics
Get down lets see your hands, see your hands!Lets see your hands, everybody, hands!Everybody lets see some hands! huh?Dont nobody move!Dont get out of the car, stay where youre atVerse one:Niggaz in the street that I dislikeYou better get this rightThese days what the ***** is a fist fightPicture me puttin niggaz in headlocksWhen I can lick off shots, and put they ass in a boxCause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hookYoure just lookin to get your mother*****in life tookCause I cant wait to be a niggaz fateSo while you lift weights, Im liftin lite-ass nickel platesSo if you wanna misbehave niggaIll have to kick it to the mother*****in grave diggerYeah mother*****er you heard itDoin all that rope-a-dope shit, nope, your dopey-ass murderedNiggazll be the karate kidBut Ill be in prison doin a mother*****in body-bidSo you can take all that rocky shit homeSylvester stallone aint shit against al caponeCause I aint got no patience or energyFor mother*****ers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure meStep up and play me like Im soft***** I dont knock mother*****ers out, Im knockin mother*****ers offLeavin the scene like machine gun kellyTwo to the head about four cross the bellySteady givin niggaz the runs*****in clam put your fists down and go for your gunsAlright, on the ground, face down face down on the groundGet on the groundHands behind your headSo, so what are you gonna do?Beat-beat the crap out of me? no!Verse two:You punk-ass niggaz better hop or chillCause my glock can kill twenty mother*****ers with boxer skillsThats how I put a niggaz head outThe murder scene needs more than visine to get the red outAnd I dont give a ***** if you know judoCause ima blow your mother*****in ass to plutoAnd when I blast the trey niggaz pass awayPut in the ground til your silly clown ass decaySo all you niggaz with the jokes(is everybody ready? ) well dibbida-dats all folksCause nigga you dont want the nine to go (boom)Niggaz like tyson woulda died a long time agoRan outta luck when I struck on you sucker ducksNo uppercuts youll be another mother*****er buckedGettin all rumps in stuffed up bootsHell no, Im givin mother*****ers burial suitsYour little t.k.o was a.o.k.My way is r.i.p., niggaz are d.o.a.Dead on arrivalSo nigga you better come with your gun if you want survivalFrom the mak-11And those are real shots on the mother*****in track 7I aint kickin niggaz bunsIf its a ***** ima wetta you better go for your gunsYo wassup, what the ***** is up now man?What?Where my money at man?Hey yo, yo I told you Id see you when I see youAww man you act like you wanna fightWhat what? yeah yeah alright yeah, I wanna fight *boom*Verse three:Rollin up on niggaz wearin wigsCause I got a sig for you nigs and all you mother*****in pigsKool g raps a bad decision***** front page Im puttin niggaz on televisionI got heart kid if you want we can throw it outBut you aint got no heart mother*****er when I blow it outStraight out your backCause you got attacked by the mack lets see you black belt datPicture me doin some pushups, and get ambushed upAnd put in a box all squooshed upSo mother*****er be a learnerCause I cant hit or wrestle a niggaz without pullin out my burnerSo when a mother*****er want to fightYou ***** around with g and youll be fightin death tonightSo you dont wanna get loose gCause Im givin more flat lines to niggaz than loose-leafSo come on bruce leeYo ima show you who the mother*****er is with all the juice gSo if you wanna intimidateA nigga like me, great, will make your *****in head disinigrateIm sendin niggaz to bedrockLook out for the red dotOr get your mother*****in head shotNiggaz are dialin 911Huh, you little ***** niggaz go for your guns
