Go for Your Guns Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

[Intro]
Come on, let's see your hands, see your hands!
Let's see your hands, everybody, hands!
Everybody let's see some hands, all right?
Don't nobody move!
Don't get out of the car, stay where you're at

[Verse 1]
Niggas in the street that I dislike
You better get this right, these days what the fuck is a fist fight?
Picture me puttin' niggas in headlocks
When I can lick off shots, and put they ass in a box
'Cause if you steppin' to me tryin' to throw a right hook
You're just lookin' to get your motherfuckin' life took
'Cause I can't wait to be a nigga's fate
So while you lift weights, I'm liftin' light-ass nickel plates
So if you wanna misbehave, nigga
I'll have to give you to the motherfuckin' grave digger
Yeah, motherfucker, you heard it
Doin' all that rope-a-dope shit, nope, your dopey-ass is murdered
Niggas'll be the Karate Kid
But I'll be in prison doin' a motherfuckin' body bid
So you can take all that Rocky shit home
Sylvester Stallone ain't shit against Al Capone
'Cause I ain't got no patience or energy
For motherfuckers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure me
Step up and play me like I'm soft
Bitch, I don't knock motherfuckers out, I'm knockin' motherfuckers off
Leavin' the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
Two to the head, about four across the belly
Steady givin' niggas the runs
Fuckin' clowns, put your fists down and go for your guns