[Intro: KRS-One]
Of course all the hardcore heads
This one goes out to you
Crank up the volume

[Verse 1: Kay Nellz]
That subcompact like a pocket-rocket
Compressor on the .40, so you know that bitch quiet-quiet
Dip in the denim, the only place I'ma try to hide it
The way I burn and drop a pound, you'd think I was tryin' diet
The science of violence and how it escalates
My brother say "It's better to be caught with it than without it
Don't ever hesitate"
'cause the moment you caught slipping could be your last one
Thе fame is for your first name and honour your last one
And keep your hеad on the swivel
'cause in the field no matter your motive
Homies'll cap a n***a if you kneel
Its real as it gets, I know they feelin' this shit
I know Gs who put in work in the '80s and still in the mix
It's either in you or not, your cloth got plenty of stock
The fabric I'm come from don't exist, they discontinued the stock
All they heard was tires screeching and then continuous shots
In rapid secession, grabbin' a weapon, and spinnin' the block
N***as screamin'
[Chorus: Jasmine Wilde & KRS-One]
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Buck-buck-buck-buck booyakasha!)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Buck-buck-buck-buck booyakasha!)I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Buck-buck-buck-buck booyakasha!)I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Buck-buck-buck-buck booyakasha!)I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)

[Verse 2: GRIP]
Uh, I'm tryna make sure my peeps is straight
Need me a decent plate
Flow on my recent tape
Boosted my feature rate
Lyrically beat the brakes
Off many emcees, he's fit to compete with greats
We’ll let the streets debate
Fuck tryna lease a Wraith
I take Impala, a couple dollars, and Issa Rae
Was sleepin' feet-to-face
On twin mattresses with my cousin
Oh, now we buzzin'
That Glock tote a bakers dozen
You thought I wasn't
Packin' heat like oven
Sprayed like mosquito repellent at n***as who be buggin'
Then get to shoulder shruggin'
I'm not opposed to huggin'
But if it come down to him or me then you know I'm bussin'
Don't end up that n***a that get caught up in those discussions
How you got hit and was leanin like off the robutussin
It's so disgustin'
I get a rush when I'm clutchin' this Glock in my hand
Now everybody with me strapped and when we hope in a van
We sayin'
[Chorus: Jasmine Wilde & KRS-One]
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Buck-buck-buck-buck booyakasha!)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Buck-buck-buck-buck booyakasha!)
(I'm going to get my gun)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Buck-buck-buck-buck booyakasha!)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Buck-buck-buck-buck booyakasha!)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(I'm going to have me some fun)

[Verse 3: Kay Nellz]
Now let me give you some serious game
Be it I have your attention, I'll say a series of things
The pain we endure for bein' poor with a limited number of doors
To enter in and ensure that our future is secure
Is a tale in itself, and frankly, you tellin' yourself
To break the norm, but the cog in the machine is repairin' itself
And I'm just preparin' myself for war, I'ma keep mines
You sleep in content with bein' a sheep like it's peacetime
You Serta, I'm certified, you can tell by my posture pedic
No, I'll never remove the vertebrae to fit under your ceilin'
I see them triggers squeezin' like boas constrictin', inflicting pain
On mothers and families in the streets, another child slain
Is a foul game, but we play it
We all just try to make it a day
Where the children play without worries of being taken by a wicked system of racist polices, jurists, and judges for the disposition of judges, til' then we screamin' fuck it, like
[Chorus: Jasmine Wilde & KRS-One]
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Buck-buck-buck-buck booyakasha!)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(I'm going to get my gun)
(Buck-buck-buck-buck booyakasha!)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Buck-buck-buck-buck booyakasha!)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Buck-buck-buck-buck booyakasha!)
I'm gon' get my gun and have fun (Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(I'm going to have me some fun)
(Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Buck-buck-buck-buck booyakasha!)
(Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(I'm going to get my gun)
(Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Buck-buck-buck-buck booyakasha!)
(Ooh-wee-ooh-wee-ooh)
(Buck-buck-buck-buck booyakasha!)
(I'm going to have me some fun)