Go for Your Guns (Explicit)

Go for Your Guns (Explicit) - DJ Polo/Kool G Rap

"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"

Niggaz in the street that I dislike

You better get this right

These days what the f**k is a fist fight

Picture me puttin niggaz in headlocks

When I can lick off shots and put they a** in a box

Cause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hook

You're just lookin to get your motherf**kin life took

Cause I can't wait to be a niggaz fate

So while you lift weights I'm liftin lite-a** nickel plates

So if you wanna misbehave ni**a

I'll have to kick it to the motherf**kin grave digger

Yeah motherf**ker you heard it

Doin all that rope-a-d**e sh*t nope your dopey-a** murdered

Niggaz'll be the Karate Kid

But I'll be in prison doin a motherf**kin body-bid

So you can take all that Rocky sh*t home

Sylvester Stallone ain't sh*t against Al Capone

Cause I ain't got no patience or energy

For motherf**kers and punk-a** suckers that wanna injure me

Step up and play me like I'm soft

B**ch I don't knock motherf**kers out I'm knockin motherf**kers off

Leavin the scene like Machine Gun Kelly

Two to the head about four cross the belly

Steady givin niggaz the runs

F**kin 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

You punk-a** niggaz better hop or chill

Cause my glock can kill twenty motherf**kers 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 f**k if you know Judo

Cause I'ma blow your motherf**kin a** to Pluto

And when I blast the trey niggaz pass away

Put in the ground til your silly clown a** decay

So all you niggaz with the jokes

(Is everybody ready ) Well dibbida-dat's all folks

Cause ni**a 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 motherf**ker bucked

Gettin all rumps in stuffed up boots

Hell no I'm givin motherf**kers 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 ni**a you better come with your gun if you want survival

From the Mak-11

And those are real shots on the motherf**kin track 7

I ain't kickin niggaz buns

If it's a b**ch I'ma wetta you better go for your guns

"Yo wassup what the f**k is up now man