Ultramagnetic Mc's - Go 4 Yourz lyrics

[kool keith] Yes indeed one time This is for all you stupid n***az out there Talkin that dumb doo doo weak sh** We comin live and direct Straight in your motherf**in face with some pure raw sh** And we gon' get busy, like this It's been a while, since i seen a good street fight A good fight, throwin fist to fist Blow for blow, toe for toe, yeah Put your gun down, and give a brother a fair fight Smitty with a left jab, no ak Automatic pistol, put it the hell away Bring out a baseball bat for your black a** Cincinatti, beatin down on oakland But i'll be the referee, while nose get broken And basket broken, and brains get beat down Bronx style, buckwild, nobody should jump in Just stand the hell way back, before you get slapped back No posse to run back, the gangsta hard talk Braggin on the mic, you shootin cops But when you in a cell, shootin stops Look at the murderers, third degree psychos Waitin to get hanged, and next on d**h row Behind the steel bars, you're froze and can't throw But back on the streets with a tool you are still hard Callin yourself god, and hangin with bodyguards But look at the snitch, your whole face is scarred Go 4 yourz Chorus: tim dog (repeat 3x) You gotta go 4 yourz {s**ers} go 4 yourz {s**ers} [ced gee] Yo listen up, a lot of rappers wanna be hard Walkin around with fifty-seven bodyguards Armed with guns, crazy automatics Wearin black, but they're f*ggots Cause when the gods are gone, and the guns are gone And they're one on one with someone Time to put the fist up straight into action Blow for blow for real satisfaction Hit the deck the results are fatal They can't throw cause they're not able To kick out a left hook and follow with the overhand, left But duck cause you'll miss he'll land, a bomb And put you on the canvas You wish your boys were there but they're in kansas +back on the block+ like quincy jones makin cash While you're on the road, goin out like a jacka** So when you're out there, perpetratin fantasies You need to stop it, and face reality And grow up like a man who understands Be yourself, never give a damn About who accepts you, because it's only you Who choose.. Chorus [tim dog] Gotta go 4 yourz, you gotta go get yourz, get yourz Get yourz, get yourz Go 4 yourz, go 4 yourz Go, go, go, go! (gone!)