Sir Jinx - Go For Your Guns lyrics

[Intro] "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 1] n***as in the street that I dislike You better get this right These days what the f** is a fist fight Picture me puttin n***as 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**in life took Cause I can't wait to be a n***as fate So while you lift weights, I'm liftin lite-a** nickel plates So if you wanna misbehave n***a I'll have to kick it to the motherf**in grave digger Yeah motherf**er you heard it Doin all that rope-a-dope sh**, nope, your dopey-a** murdered n***as'll be the Karate Kid But I'll be in prison doin a motherf**in body-bid So you can take all that Rocky sh** home Sylvester Stallone ain't sh** against Al Capone Cause I ain't got no patience or energy For motherf**ers and punk-a** s**ers that wanna injure me Step up and play me like I'm soft b**h I don't knock motherf**ers out, I'm knockin motherf**ers off Leavin the scene like Machine Gun Kelly Two to the head about four cross the belly Steady givin n***as the runs f**in clam put your fists down and go for your guns [Interlude] "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 2] You punk-a** n***as better hop or chill Cause my Glock can k** twenty motherf**ers with boxer sk**s That's how I put a n***as head out The murder scene needs more than Visine to get the red out And I don't give a f** if you know Judo Cause I'mma blow your motherf**in a** to Pluto And when I blast the trey n***as pa** away Put in the ground til your silly clown a** decay So all you n***as with the jokes (Is everybody ready?) Well dibbida-dat's all folks. Cause n***a you don't want the nine to go (boom) n***as like Tyson woulda died a long time ago Ran outta luck when I struck on you s**er ducks No uppercuts you'll be another motherf**er bucked Gettin all rumps in stuffed up boots Hell no, I'm givin motherf**ers burial suits Your little T.K.O was A.O.K My way is R.I.P., n***as are D.O.A Dead on Arrival So n***a you better come with your gun if you want survival From the Mak-11 And those are real shots on the motherf**in track 7 I ain't kickin n***as buns If it's a b**h I'mma wetta you better go for your guns [Interlude] "Yo wa**up, what the f** is up now man? What? Where my money at man? Hey yo, yo I told you I'd see you when I see you Aww man you act like you wanna fight What what? Yeah yeah alright yeah, I wanna fight" *BOOM* [Verse 3] Rollin up on n***as wearin wigs Cause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you motherf**in pigs Kool G Rap's a bad decision f** front page I'm puttin n***as on television I got heart kid if you want we can throw it out But you ain't got no heart motherf**er when I blow it out Straight out your back Cause you got attacked by the mack let's see you black belt dat Picture me doin some pushups, and get ambushed up And put in a box all squooshed up So motherf**er be a learner Cause I can't hit or wrestle a n***as without pullin out my burner So when a motherf**er want to fight You f** around with G and you'll be fightin d**h tonight So you don't wanna get loose G Cause I'm givin more flat lines to n***as than loose-leaf So come on Bruce Lee Yo I'mma show you who the motherf**er is with all the juice G So if you wanna intimidate A n***a like me, great, will make your f**in head disinigrate I'm sendin n***as to Bedrock Look out for the red dot Or get your motherf**in head shot n***as are dialin 911 Huh, you little b**h n***as go for your guns