Young Guns lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Guilty Simpson]
There's no motherf*cking way, man
I've had it with that bullsh*t
Some n*ggas still won't give you a pound
After they see you, just stand up
Man, what the f*ck is going out there?
n*ggas be really losing their brains, man
Acting like they're on that other sh*t
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, n*gga), rollout
'Fore I have you n*ggas 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 sh*t, then split, n*gga – that's that
Be serious
So before you try to get all curious, and bump guns
Just remember: you're f*cking with some young guns
[Interlude: Guilty Simpson]
Stand-off, motherf*cker
Get your sh*t bucked
Calling all roughneck, gutter n*ggas
'Smack the sh*t out of a b*tch n*gga' type motherf*cker
The f*ck, n*gga?
Throw 'em up, y'all, it's real out here

[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]
sh*t 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 n*ggas waste rounds
Aiming in the air – who the f*ck up there?
Claim the street, gotta play for keeps
Pitbull litter n*ggas, 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!