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!