Go For Yours Lyrics - Singles - Boot Camp Clik

It be the B.T.J's, wit' lyrics for all 

We be on point wit' the joints 

'Cause we takin' no fall 

So I'ma go for mine 

(So son, go for yours) 

Yo, I'ma go for mine 

(So son, go for yours) 

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 

The time was approximately 11:43 

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'ma 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 

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, 'cause I'm tellin' the truth 

Hittin' yo wit' mind craftin', flows to molecular cord graphin' 

It be the B.T.J's, wit' lyrics for all 

We be on point wit' the joints 

'Cause we takin' no fall 

So I'ma go for mine 

(So son, go for yours) 

Yo I'ma go for mine 

(So son, go for yours) 

It be the B.T.J's, wit' lyrics for all 

We be on point wit' the joints 

'Cause we takin' no fall 

So I'ma go for mine 

(So son, go for yours) 

Yo I'ma go for mine 

(So son, go for yours) 

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, 'cause 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 

'Cause I will be sure to end whatever you created 

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 to 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' 

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