T.I. - Go lyrics

[Intro] Got any d** or weapons on you? You n***as, you ain't sh**! Scared now I like that Look [Verse 1: TI] Murder shoot retaliation: that's all we know E'ry week another altercation: we trained to go No retreat and no intimidation: incredible Instead of full clips I tote revolver On my mission cause whenever they say miss' in a case it be hard to solve em Take no sh** and I put that sh** on my father I'm turnt to the max ain't no adjustin' my volume And here's a little message for the robbers: (gunshot) AY! [Verse 2: Skeme] Straight out the set Where K rounds get sprayed out and lay down ya set 'Less you pressin' yo issue then f** you lil' pussies and f** what you rap I need it all cash no checks I bet de' n***as won'drin what coming next Pull up in foreign that FN is showing you pussies is already knowing I fly like [?] he got more heart than Owen The n***as that's with him is riddin' the b**hes that's with me be geeked up and rollin' Came in with TIP and them n***as with three-quarters worth of a clip for these n***as So know if it go to them cannons when I let it off ain't no chance of it jammin' [Verse 3: TI] Ay Bet know that I'm strapped when you see me pull up at the light Mac 10 in my lap and the Carbon 15 to the right Being polite 50 round drum put this sh** in ya life The end of ya life will begin in tonight Go to hell take you a friend if you like ? Promise I'm worth every bit of the hype See yo sh** what p**y a** n***as recite when they partner step up to go get in the fight Then go get they a** whoop get they chain and sh** took s**er can call me e'r name in the book but I bet I ain't broke And I bet I ain't takin no sh** from no n***a on sight Imma go (Imma go) Never no question on how Imma handle it on sight Imma go (n***a go) Come with the hammers and just get to blammin' on sight Imma go (n***a go) n***a bes' miss me with all a that hoe sh** on sight Imma go (n***a go) Play with me 'n' the homie get wrong if you want just know Imma go [Verse 4: Skeme] I'on' f** wit none of these n***as cause I ain't run the bands up with these n***as and I ? None of these b**hes cause when the money come I ain't even stuntin these b**hes and I Don't say no to d** cause a n***a too busy yellin' hell yeah f**in right Yep yep bes' bet be the crookedest chef in the kitchen n***a we ain't cookin nothin light Me and CIRE just talkin sh** the other night sayin' that these n***as can't f** with what I was on I be in the mirror like all of this designer sh** I'm wearin' ain't right unless I got the gun on Pockets heavy let me get my Big Pun on Laughin at these n***as who be sided with fun on Beat stupid let the flow go dumb on My b**h twin from the tub get a Rev Run on I had to hustle from the trenches with mine They prolly wonder how much time was spent on them rhymes They think I'm writing I'm just such doing, n***a to the exit you a quarter threw ya bus and now I'm finished with mine I really got hits lil n***a, I'm really bout as big as it gets lil n***a, so Don't sweat lil n***a all that actin like a hood 'll get you chipped lil n***a Hey!