Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go 4 Yourz, artist - Ultramagnetic MC's. Album song Funk Your Head Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1991
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Go 4 Yourz |
Yes indeed one time |
This is for all you stupid niggas out there |
Talkin that dumb doo doo weak shit |
We comin live and direct |
Straight in your motherfuckin face with some pure raw shit |
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 ass |
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 death 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 Go 4 Yourz |
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 faggots |
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 jackass |
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. |
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!) |