Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Go For Your Guns Lyrics
[Kool G. Rap]Brothers on the corner sellin junkgot held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunkYou got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punksPolice only harass you when they wanna get a chunkThey got so many corners and they got so many spotsAnd I can't even bump up the blockwithout the"Yo manwhat you got?"I'm walkin past somebody lookin strangeHe's lookin for a hit for veinsor he'll blow out somebody's brainsEven the shorties livin naughty livesWalkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fivesI just found out the candy store's a frontThey walk in the candy storeMan G, candy's far from what they wantYou might see a pickle or a popsicleBut if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickelsHoney used to look like a winnerNow she can't even get took to dinnercause so many dealers ran up in herSomebody's blood is on the tarLast night was a homicide from a fight inside the barLoudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebodybroke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glassMoney got robbed for his bankThey broke in his house and took everythingexcept the kitchen sinkLittle man murdered on the sceneHe tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17Granny's damn near pushin 80A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the ladyCover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zoneYeah, this is my home sweet homeThree card molly, another man to foolWhites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animalsI'm gettin frisked by the copsThey only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's topUp in apartment 3G, this sweetie named DiDi wants to see mebut yo I heard she's givin VDJust when you think the skies are gettin blueBang bang -- another brother's split in twoCan't sleep, cause the streets are filled with dangerMiss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change herShe left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's partyNow off to the morgue, to go indentify her bodySonny boy is goin on the stripRobbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, without a clipSomebody gave a tip, so the next time he flippedand shorty got ragged, another bodybag is zippedA baby is born and needs lovinbut instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a ovenCops killin our kids, but they bill usSo what's more worse, the killer cops or the Cop KillersEveryday's another riskI'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like pissNo heat, just pots of hot waterI'm walkin eight flights up, the elevator's out of orderMan that landlord is the lowestBecause I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction noticeI felt like breakin all his bones, psssshI'm gettin kicked out of my home sweet home*door shuts*
