Young Guns

[Part I] [Intro: Guilty Simpson] There's no motherfucking way, man I've had it with that bullshit Some niggas still won't give you a pound After they see you, just stand up Man, what the fuck is going out there? Niggas be really losing their brains, man Acting like they're on that other shit Detroit, Michigan Spittin' flames around here, check it [Verse 1: Guilty Simpson] This my crew, be prepared to fight You don't want to be on my level, 'cause you're scared of heights I'm evil, don't even ask me to spare your life The other option is a chair for life With wheels on it (Aha, nigga), rollout 'Fore I have you niggas leavin' with a swole mouth Still unsigned, you can call it a hold-out Eatin', getting drunk at your local roadhouse Not really concerned with these rap cats Doing our shit, then split, nigga – that's that Be serious So before you try to get all curious, and bump guns Just remember: you're fucking with some young guns [Interlude: Guilty Simpson] Stand-off, motherfucker Get your shit bucked Calling all roughneck, gutter niggas 'Smack the shit out of a bitch nigga' type motherfucker The fuck, nigga? Throw 'em up, y'all, it's real out here [Verse 2: Guilty Simpson] Shit happens for a reason – I know that True as a year has four seasons Cold as the winter when I spray from your darkness And blast, too far, face down Some of y'all niggas waste rounds Aiming in the air – who the fuck up there? Claim the street, gotta play for keeps Pitbull litter niggas, what we were trained to be Tossed in a circle, blood stained my teeth Out there, they hurt you, lifespans is brief these days So I keep the heat these days And hold it when the green leaves blaze Paranoid with apparent eyes, would you want to be crazed? [Part II] [J Dilla] Oh, yeah Turn it up! This one is called,  "The Way" (Let's go) The way Move that G-string out the way Move that G-string out the way Move that G-string out the way – ay!