"Gimme Da Gun" lyrics - KRS-ONE

[Intro: KRS-One]
Yo you ain't got to do this man
I know times get hard but...
This is crazy man

[Hook: KRS-One]
Come on now, give me the gun
Come on now, give me the gun
You don't wanna do that son
Give me the gun
Come on now, give me the gun
Come on now, give me the gun
You don't really wanna do that now
Give me the gun

[Verse 1: KRS-One]
Come on now, give me the gat
What you doing? What you move? What you living like that?
Give me that back in fact you ain't living like that
Come on now, give me the gat
You don't wanna sit in the sack, give me the gat
[?] clean up your act, that's where the change is at
Put down the gat, I know where you at
Come on, don't overreact
Come on now, give me the gun
You an adult now, you gotta start living like one
Like if you an emcee, you can't wait for me man
You gotta start spitting like one
Hit like one, shoot the gift and uplift and keep a spliff lit like one
Get that son, and don't forget that one
Come on man now, give me the gun

[Hook: KRS-One]
Come on now, give me the gun
Come on now, give me the gun
You don't wanna do that son
Give me the gun
Come on now, give me the gun
Come on now, give me the gun
You don't wanna do that son
Give me the gun, you don't wanna do that son
Give me the gun, you don't wanna do that son

[Verse 2: KRS-One]
Come on now, easy mon
You don't want neighbor to be see you mon
You ain't not peeped upon
Older son, it's time now to be a man
Give me your hand, let me hear your plan
Let me get you up and down, now you're ready for jam
You can be a whole different mon, a man
Living in a whole different plahn, a plan
My man, my man, give me your hand
Take the time off or put your feet in the sand
Bad times hooking you man
Just another way to see it if you really looking my man
Are you look-look looking my man
Or are you in the world of lookbook looking again?
Drowning, frowning, looking to sin
Yo man I ain't gonna say it again

[Hook: KRS-One]
Come on now, give me the gun
Come on now, give me the gun
You ain't gotta do that son
Give me the gun
Come on now, give me the gun
Come on now, give me the gun
Your life is something son
Give me the gun, you don't wanna do that son
Give me the gun, come on now, give me the gun

[Verse 3: Raphi]
Give you the gun, yeah right, why should I?
Had enough of this life, how could I?
Live another day, live it away
It's all display, come on now really, why would I?
It ain't working man, I'm worthless
I'm a good guy gone berserk
And nobody cares, everyone's smirking
[?] for me and my girlfriend
[?] my girlfriend
It's better this way like veterans say
The world just don't deserve him
Final curtain, yeah you heard him
Never hurt that no one will miss me
I did them [?] but they diss me
Respect never cut the check so I did my dirt tryin' to get filthy
For feeling guilty, choking on two feet of milky
But that's just how Cali build me
Move on with a new song tryin' to make it, will he?
The clever kid never did
I readily weathered it moving the subject and predicate willfully
Doing it skillfully, kept it real but it never made a mil for me
Paid the bills? Yeah right, man it made more
And it wasn't what I came up in the game for
Big Shame became one of my name
Whether money ever coming to me [?] open the door
But I'm tired of knocking, on my last option
I'm stopping, never got it popping
So it's no longer fun
I got my gun, I'm done