Go For Yours Lyrics

Go For Yours lyrics

[chorus: d. real]

 It be the b.t.j's, wit lyrics for all

 We be on point wit the joints, cuz we takin no fall

 So i'mma go for mine (so son, go for yours)

 Yo i'mma go for mine (so son, go for yours)

 

 [el sha]

 My crew be in the mix, like name brand kicks

 The kids that only deal wit that type of nonsense

 You can't get wit, d.k.s. self evident

 Adolescence, reign the supreme court, in any, every, meant

 

 [lil knock]

 The time was approximately eleven forty three

 When the d called me, and told me, we must be

 Lyrically, the best that he says, the

 K n o c k, and s and k, it's spray

 Comin away, the b.t.j., it be they

 I'mma hold it down, wit sounds

 Like clowns, walk the trey pound

 Now in the underground, b.t.j. just entered

 Remember, the s comes last like december

 Once shit cock it's time to rock like the monsta

 In reality, b.t.j., is lyrically responsible for all difficulties

 

 [el sha]

 My lyrics oppose a threat to the best m.c. yet

 And appears nightmares for those who slept

 Also the biters, claimin they writers

 They need to think about what they talk about

 When you exposin your dirt, that's when you dummin out

 Dwellin in the pj's, all day, hangin out wit nothin to do

 Them rebellin niggas is mad, cuz i'm tellin the truth

 Hittin yo wit mind craftin, flows to molecular cord graphin

 

 [chorus 2x]

 

 [lil knock]

 Aiyo one day it was me and the d

 Walkin down the street, some niggas stepped to me

 Said are you lil r-u-t-i-z

 He said i heard you nice on the muthafuckin m-i-c

 Battle me, battle right here, and let's see

 So we kicked a verse that didn't hurt

 So i hit 'em worst, to let him know i don't play those games

 Save 'em for the jerks, d. verbs said "son, let me get some"

 I said "no, cuz he's a victim, and he probably in my premises

 You know when i open my book wit my lyrics i'm endin this"

 (no question) all this shit he poppin in my ears

 Fuckin ejected, he can't hang wit my style

 Look now, here's man fillin it, back to like what i was sayin

 I start extortin, i'm not playin

 You want lil knock? i come on your block

 Cock and then start sprayin, lyrics

 So don't start what you can't finish

 Cuz i will be sure to end whatever you created

 

 [el sha]

 Mentally you can't function

 Physically you dead wit the push of this button

 Explosion be corruptin, from the expert of execution

 I met lil knock at the junction

 He was talkin about walkin, to the tree spot

 We took the l to new rox, we got stopped by two cops

 Talkin about "where the two glocks?", we doo wops

 How was i two glocks? man, it's too hot

 And i'm cold, so let me go, i never hold

 Whoever told you, that i do la?

 Lil sha, fuck a do or die

 Nigga die, because of what they do

 I do what i do wit my crew

 Po-po was hype, they was like "you bite, stick wit the mic
device"

 Drivin off, said "have a good night"

 Personally i might, and all that shit i said was a psych'

 

 [break]

 So who's the crew that give nightmares to those who slept (d.k.s.)

 Constantly flown wit finesse (d.k.s.)

 Puttin all comp' to rest (d.k.s.)

 Be the best so you can't contest