[Willie D]
Nigga fuck, you!
I put a hole in yo' head big enough to drive a truck through
Buck you gon' see some red shit
Cause I'ma "whoops upside yo' head," bitch!
Hungry for war, heart palpitate, I salivate
I want you cocksuckin bitches to retaliate
We don't gives a fuck bout what you tryin to stress
I'll have them folks cuttin a motherfuckin Y in yo' chest
[Bushwick Bill]
I'm dyin to wet, any cocksucker, that fuck with Chuck
Cause you know I'm gonna chuckle when I fuck him up
I'ma act a fool, if anybody clowns
I'm in and out of jail like my homey Bobby Brown
Homey I'm down, just call your nigga Chuck
I'll help you roll around, and shoot these bitches up
Then it's back to the cut for some drinkin and pissin
'Face tell these niggaz how we livin (the unforgiven)
[Scarface]
How many times do a nigga gotta ride
on you stupid motherfuckers 'fore you realize
I don't give a fuck about nuttin (nuttin) guns cocked bustin (bustin)
Whole click shot up, mob style, wasn't
concerned about questions cause I ain't got answers
Nigga we don't talk to police, fuck Chandler
This shit scandalous, these hoes want us
Cause we supply this shit to yo' hood on each corner
They came back on 'em, y'all can't stop us
Tried to set me up wit yo' system but can't pop 'em
And that's my problem, you see a nigga outted
For juicin confidential informers, I squeeze it out him
I take my sawed off, aim it at your Dodge bitch
And murder everybody that bastard was in the car with
I'm tired of bein misprinted, misspelled, misquoted
Fuck the magazine and the punk or the bitch who wrote it
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
What? What? What? What?
Nigga it's the law - nigga I don't give a fuck fool
What? What? What? What?
This is for my dawgs, I'ma light this motherfucker up
[Willie D]
I hit the block with that calico, bustin at yo' back hoe
I'ma spit, you gon' shit, I'm the man, you the bitch
Nigga matters when and where you scheduled to fight
Fuck with Willie D I'll bust yo' fuckin head to the white
[Bushwick Bill]
Cops ain't about shit
Want us to walk the straight and narrow when they crooked like dicks
They steal and they lie, they snort up their nose
They drink and they drive and they beat up on their hoes
So what you got the fingerprints, I left 'em on purpose
I don't care about the guns and the german shepards
Spray pepper in my face, I'ma shoot you trick
It's Geto Boys, we don't play that shit in Houston bitch
[Chorus] - 1/2
[Willie D]
This is for my niggaz up in Texas, New York, Florida
Killa Cali, Indiana, Illinois, Georgia
Tennessee, Mississippi, Baltimo', D.C.
Louisiana, Alabama, Kentucky and C-T
Arkansas, Kansas, Carolinas, Jersey
Michigan, Oklahoma, Seattle, Tacoma
The niggaz gettin harassed by the laws in Mexico
Missouri, Arizona, Virginia, and Ohio
Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, Colorado, fuck excuses
Nevada, Idaho, Bill O'Reilly you da hoe
Fuck what you said I'm bout my bread
Fuck what you said I'm bout my bread
I do this shit until I'm dead
I do this shit until I'm dead
Once upon a time at the Honeycomb hideout
Sugarbear and Mikey sat alone gettin' fried out
Lucky walked in with this nigga name Rice Grain
Pulled out a knot and conjured up a dice game
Lucky looked at Mikey and he said with a smile
"Where's the silly rabbit, I ain't seen him in a while"
Mikey turned around and shook his head 'cause he ain't know
Probably trickin' with this bitch from Rocky road name Cheerio
I'm trippin' off this shit 'cause I ain't never seen it right
I'm feelin' kind of leary 'cause I'm higher than a kite
The pipe has really got me on this other level
Its time to mark a murder
My victim's Fruity Pebbles
I'm killin' any motherfucker jumpin' in my mix
I'm out to get you Pebbles, heard the bitch was turnin' tricks
I'm packin' up my shit
I'm longin' for some [unverified]
Up ain't this a bitch, Face is on his way to Bedrock
Shortly after gettin' there, I met up with this crook
Nearly cuttin' the bitch in haly like some shredded mini wheats
I'm makin' my escape sneakin' out the back
Fuck, I'm being spotted by some fag name Apple Jacks
I put it on his ass so he couldn't come back to key me
Bleedin' like a heart, I guess he must have ate his wheaties
He used to kiss dicks with his partner Special K
I never had respect for homosexuals anyway
I'm on my way to Houston, played it safe, I road the ferry
And ran across this motherfuckin' cop name Frank in Berry
He starin' at a nigga, had the looks as if he know me
He asked about the bear, I said, "Yeah, the bear's my homey"
The shit was kind of shady, I was nervous from the jump
Arrivin' at the docks, got the word from Captain Crunch
Arrested for a murder, so now I'm thinkin' shit
I didn't know that Captain Crunch was cookoo for this bitch
My trial came up and now I'm thinkin'
The dried up situation needs a little bit of milk
I had a half a gallo and [unverified], a nigga bought it
Reached and grabbed my spoon and made a motherfuckin' run for it
I ate them up and washed them down with Miller
[Z-Ro]
When it get gangsta..
When it get gangsta, yeah
When it get gangsta - will these motherfuckers ride or die
When it get gangsta, yeah
Bitch nigga you ain't no soldier, you gon' hide and cry
[Willie D]
Well let me tell you a lil' somethin 'bout the niggaz I roll with
We chin check bitches, we don't go for that ho shit
Come to the Bloody Nickel tryin to stunt
Fifty thou' say I knock yo' ass out with one punch
And I don't care how many gangsta rap songs you listen to
Or the fact you smoke weed and pack a gun, I see the bitch in you
I ain't just {?} shells, be sparkin the marks
I put a clip in you like it's a walk in the park
You can try to make bond, but I'ma stick to the script
Hit you with the pistol grip and make your L-dog flip
Youse a punk, youse a bitch, I'll say it to your face
Youse a punk youse a bitch that testified for the state
All them cowards watchin your back, just don't matter
All I gotta do is clap one and the rest gon' scatter
You click on easy targets and cats who don't bust back
Niggaz thinkin y'all the real but tell me this
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
When it get gangsta - is your niggaz gonna fight or run?
When it get gangsta, yeah
The niggaz that be bumpin they be tuckin they tongue
When it get gangsta - will these motherfuckers ride or die
When it get gangsta, yeah
Bitch nigga you ain't no soldier, you gon' hide and cry
[Scarface]
Pussies fabricated, I'm made, you hoes made up
I speak like I live it doggie, you hoes hate us
I cook and rock it cause all you hoes cake up
I'm ridin on all of you stupid hoes, pay up
What's all this wolfin niggaz is barkin, come fuck with me fool
And I'ma put a hole inside yo' ass with this tool
Seven shots, niggaz is gutter, we get in yo' shit
Talkin greasy like you runnin somethin, squeezin your dick
What is you itchy, what's really nigga? Call from the block
Loud talkin like you scared niggaz, boy youse a mark
You know real niggaz move quiet and quick to do dirt
Put this pistol up against your jersey, squeeze it and skirt
Murder be dirty {?} but that's in the plan
And here's somethin that you can't understand
How I can just up and five-finger kill me a man
This game right here for real, you niggaz playin, but
[Chorus]
[Willie D]
Niggaz always tell me how real I sound when I flow
That's cause the shit I talk about, I done done it befo'
Other rappers mouth off, that's just protection talk
I done robbed, sold dope, squeezed and left 'em in chalk
Yeah, them hard styles ain't about nuttin cocksucker
Lookin mean ain't never killed a motherfucker
So what you been to the pen and they call you a killer
I still draw this Desert E and spit at you nigga
My mind is made up, just balls and my word
Any bastard that fucked with mine gon' get scurred
Keep thinkin I'm playin, keep thinkin I'm kiddin
I'll bust yo' motherfuckin head wide open like a watermelon
Homeboy 'bout to get his ass whupped blue
And he gon' probably sue, cause that's what pussies do
Some say it ain't worth it but fuck that shit
I'd rather die like a soldier than to live like a bitch
[Chorus]
[Scarface]
Give it up for the invincible, it's H-Town's finest
The GB, the general, the street shit, the timers
The motherfuckin criminals, see we keep it grimy
You niggaz chemicals, the weed got you blinded
I'm the original, the author of this G-shit
You niggaz pitiful, cause y'all be on some weak shit
Me I'm a nigga from the gutter motherfucker
If rap wasn't payin I'd hit the street cause I'm a hustler
[Willie D]
It's Willie D y'all, it's been a minute y'all
I'm still in it y'all, fuck the critics y'all
Hoe niggaz make me hotter than tabasco
Play with my money I'ma kick you in your asshole
I see the videos, I read the magazines
Don't watch award shows, too many faggot scenes
I'm a machine, got a pistol in my loose fist
I'll leave you twisted on the ground in your boots bitch
[Bushwick Bill]
Well this is Chuck Dawg (will you ever love another bitch?)
Fuck nah! (What's your position on a snitch homey?)
Fuck laws! (They say the Beatles was the biggest)
Nigga fuck Paul, and the rest of y'all!
I'm the little motherfucker with the big dick swingin
Nuts still hangin, got hoes singin the blues
Geto Boys in this bitch still bangin
And ain't shit changin (uh-uh) ain't shit changin
Don't like faggots, hate politicians
Can't stand snitches, know the Feds listen
So I, send the whole world a fuck you note
Schumaker's got a desk job, fuck you hoe! (Aww nah!)
[Chorus 2X: Geto Boys]
I keep it real with it, to the hill with it
You gotta deal with it, cause you can still get it
And every morning when I get up I know shit don't change
I'm gettin money out these six mo' thangs
[Willie D]
I run circles around foes and cross 'em out like tic-tac-toe
Money money money gotta get that dough
I'm a Northside rider, pimp-slappin these biters
Fall into the club and bitches eyes get wider
I like the way she look up in that liberty skirt
But 95% of the shit is brainwork
I might buy a couple of drinks, and shoot at her drawers
If she ain't talkin 'bout fuckin I'ma get on dawg
[Scarface]
Now gimme five or six chickens I'ma flip those birds
Cook it up in momma kitchen, let me get mo' serve
If a nigga catch me slippin I'ma get that nerd
Can't let you get away with that, that shit don't work
I wear a white t-shirt, white sneakers and hat
Somethin cool on my wrist, a nice piece to match
Hoppin out of somethin foreign like the beast I snatch
I don't do a lot of fashion papi, I'm just Brad
It's like that y'all (that y'all) this y'all (this y'all)
I like a skinny bitch, I like the big broad
[Bushwick Bill]
It's like this y'all (this y'all) that y'all (that y'all)
I like to stand and hit it from the back y'all
I ain't the cutest nigga rappin but I still got hoes
Snatch the baddest piece up in this bitch with one eye closed
R. Kelly that's my nigga so I like girls young
18 or 23, black and white, girls cum
Little Richard like the singer, Dick for short but Bill
Short mon from Jamaica, Brooklyn the real
5th Ward my second home, now I'm back to strike
Rap-A-Lot, street music, Geto Boys for life
[Chorus]
C'mon
Whassup - whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup, whassup?
"who gives a fuck about a God damn grammy? "
(willie d)
Yo, flav, I give a fuck about a God damn grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes to award time
Niggaz be standin on the God damn sideline
I'm loadin my nine, cause I got a lotta grudges
I'm bout to take out the judges
Willie d won't shit cha but hit cha
Take a look at the overall picture
Every year it's the same old story
Same faces, same kinda gories
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my God damn trophy?
I'm under a microscope, for the songs I wrote
Cause the ganksta of love don't scapegoat
I tell it like it is that's why they don't ban me
I ain't tryin to make nobody happy
I'm from the streets so I kick it for the ghetto
I can't talk about shit I don't know
Your whole vocabulary's baby baby baby
That's why you so God damn crazy
And it should be a crime
One sucka gets nominated 5 or 6 damn times
It ain't that he's better than the rest
It's just a damn popularity contest
Or a bribe or a favor
Motherfuckers make a speech and they think that they major
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my God damn trophy?
(award host)
"and the winner is george strait"
"for best female vocalist, reba mcintyre"
"most appearances made after death, elvis presley
The king couldn't be here due to illness
So to accept his award on his behalf, we have grateful dead"
It ain't what you know, it's who you know bro
That's why I'm not on your radio and your video show
It's gettin kinda hectic
And I still ain't kissin no ass to be accepted
They finally gotta category for rap
But don't blink cause you'll miss it in the format
And if you follow my suggestions
9 times outta 10 you see some country western
They need to have willie d on that stage
Pumpin his fists like this and gettin bliss
With md-20 20
Or the 40 o-z wit the rest of the gb
I'm tired of your boring shows
I make your stuck up ass audience say ho!
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my God damn trophy
(award host)
"and the winner is randy travis
And guns and...hey what the? "
(willie d)
"get the fuck outta the way
Get your ass out the God damn way
Yo man, the real motherfuckin winners is
The God damn geto boys for most fuck words in a song
The bitch killa of the year grammy goes to
That nigga you love to have ice cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 live crew
The high roller of the industry award goes out to ice t
The pro-black grammy goes out to public enemy
Cause they too black and they too God damn strong
And we gonna give the lip-sync God damn motherfuckin grammy
Scarface:
As I open my eyes unto a new day
I see the same old shit that I was face to face with yesterday
It's all the same and I can't change time
An example of a young nigga trapped up and his brain's dyin'
I close my eyes to refrain my thoughts (open)
Open my eyes to remain untaught
Why my life gotta have a yesterday?
Why can't I memorize tommorrow and live my life as just a day?
A baby's born and you hears moms cryin'
Is she cryin' cause that she's happy or the fact that she know she gone
Dyin'
Probably some shit we'll never figure out
I think my mind is plotting plangs and my second mind is trying to take me
I had a dream I think I saw a dude cause he had the looks that of a killer
And he sung to me these four tunes
He said "life is like a game of dice
You roll 'em right the first time but you seldom get to roll 'em twice"
Not understanding what he said doc
I find myself in the middle of life in an infa-red dot
So tell me doctor is you gettin' that?
Motherfuckers bustin' at you with wheels now can you picture that?
That's why you find me an assult mind
Cause in this world we live together but divided by a chalk line
You wanted to hear my life story well I told you
Maybe there's answers to my question in your minila folder
What's the solution to this mind state?
You tellin' me it's gonna take you some time. how long do time take?
I'm losing focus on this straight line
Ain't trying to wait for motherfuckers so now I'm forced to take time
Willie d:
I pull my popper out my trousers aimed it at his adbomen
And grabbed the man's life away from him in a moment
Angle dust and heroin and all of that I was on it
My opponent never knew what him
As I was bootin' I heard him say "get down someboy's shootin'"
He didn't realize he was the target
I didn't realize what I was doing till he departed
Oh lord, I'm feeling something I never felt black
I told his momma I was sorry she said "sorry won't bring him back"
God gave life to the human race and he alone has the right to take it away
So I tell me that I don't care
But every time I dim the lights I'm havin' motherfuckin' nightmares
It's been a year since I heard ?
And I can still smell the motherfuckin' gunpowder
What does life mean to me?
I'd trade places with the man a heartbeat if I was granted peace
I try to wipe it out my memory
I saw a shrink but she couldn't provide a remedy
I'm public enemy number one
Waitin' in line on death row to get the needle for what I done
Pretty soon I meet my maker
Thee creator, the one and only true time taker
Bushwick bill:
How much more longer I got life left
You don't know that's why I live day for day and time it right and left
And try to take two steps at a time
Makin' sure our opposition stays two steps behind
Keep in mind these niggas who wanna see me lettin' go and shit
That's why I fight for my life until it's over with
I know these niggas havin' hard times
That's why I'm standing up and fighting for shit when it reguards mines
Why must I always sing these sad songs
Because they comforance all my feelings inside till all the bad's gone
You wanna hear my life story well I told ya
Maybe there's answers to my question in you fuckin' folder
What's the solution to this mind state?
You tellin' me it's gonna take some time. how long do time take?
I'm losin' focus on my straight linne
[ Intro ]
Today's special is Geto dope processed in Fifth Ward, Texas
We sell so much of this until they want to know what we put in it
OK, I'm gonna share this recipe with y'all
Hey John, gimme an ounce of that ether Fifth Ward bass
Yeah, aw yeah!
Yo Doug! Give me a half a key of uncut drums
Aw yeah! Yeah!
Say Red, give me a pound of them horns with red (???) cents in it!
Yeah, aw yeah!
Yeah, aw yeah!
Say fellas, give me ton of everything and cut it with the trigger happy
motherfuckin' Geto Boys
[ Verse 1 -- Bushwick ]
We needed money, so I robbed a liquor store
Down on your knees she hesitated, I kicked the whore
Wanna go for bad, bitch I go for broke
Pulled out the 9, think it's a game, she said nope
Out comes the manager, mother' thought I was bluffin him
She knew I was serious, so did he when I busted him
Come on motherfucker I ain't playin' so give it up
She said the cops are comin', does it look like I give a fuck!
You're lucky I ain't horny, I'd be rockin' ya
She let down her hair, pulled up her skirt and said what's stoppin' ya?
Bitch you must mistake me for a lollygag
'cause' if I get in that ass, they'll haul me off in a body bag
Gimme the money, I'm tired of the waiting shit
She said the box is empty
I said ain't that a bitch
Back to the safe you better open it fast
I'm gettin' tired, I'm about to melt a cap in your ass
I got all that money that I'm live, how you figure?
I'll forever be a trigga happy nigga
(gunshots)
Don't fuck with me
(gunshots)
You die motherfucker
[ Verse 2 -- Willie D ]
Doin' crime in H-Town in my prime
Robbed the same motherfuckas 4 or 5 times
Where was the cops when I was rippin' off dividends?
Out writin' tickets to hard workin' citizens!
They ain't never been smart enough to catch me
But one day I went climbin' with a pussy
He got shot and hit the floor
I ran non-stop to my god damn front door
Stashed the cash and case
A clue led the motherfuckas to my place
I grabbed the bill cleaned my popper
And what did I hear a god damn chopper
Damn, ain't this a bitch, the motherfucher must've snitched
I thought about puttin some head to bed
But I played the stay instead
Surrender, the last day of November, made bond the first day of December
Promised myself when I see that snitch, I'd kill that son of a bitch!
We scrapped the slate every day
I just couldn't put the fuckin' gun away
Wait a minute, I'm full of those forties,
I caught his ass slippin' at a block party
Killed a motherfucka as he said D please
Put holes in his ass like rat cheese
Squash that shit, how ya figure?
I'll forever be a trigga happy nigga!
(gunshots)
You die motherfucker
Say hello to my little friend
Don't fuck with me
You stupid fuck
You die motherfucker
Say hello to my little friend
(gunshots)
I'll take you all to fuckin hell!
(gunshots)
Don't fuck with me
You stupid fuck
[ Verse 3 -- Scarface ]
Boys on my corner tryin' to run a day game
Sellin that phony shit, it's white but it ain't caine
Some stupid mother fucker said I owed him
I ain't payin' the mother fucker I don't play and I showed him
That if you come and front me with that bullshit
You card is filed and you'll die when I pull it
'cause life is a gamble when you fuck with a psycho
No pity on another it's a game, it's how life goes
I'm hip to all the tricks of the trade
Killin', and stealin' and gankin' niggas to get paid
But this time you bullshitted the bullshitter
and found out that I'm a trigga happy nigga
Don't fuck with me
You stupid fuck
You die motherfucker
Say hello to my little friend
(gunshots)
I'll take you all to fuckin hell!
[ INTRO: Scarface ]
Ain't no sense in you bullshittin
What the fuck is you sayin?
You know the way that we do niggas
So what the fuck is you playin?(2x)
[ VERSE 1: Scarface ]
Get yo hands up, you see this nigga on a come-up
Walk into this bitch with a gun up in your sto-mach
Now point me to the nigga with the seven figures sittin
Assumin that nobody can hit him, I've come to get him
I'm starvin, it's 3 o'clock in the mornin
Wakin you up out your sleep without a warnin
Good morning, I come to get you for your digits
Oh, see this forty cal in my hand, she finna get it
Nobody speakin, don't blink, I probably think somebody reachin
You make a move, I leave your body leakin all weekend
Take me to the safe, and I can get you for your bucks
Or I can shoot this muthafucka up, I don't give a fuck
You make the call for all of y'all
You can use your brains to think with, or I can leave em hangin on the wall
What you do when a nigga come through with game too
Strictly for the nigga with scrilla and name you
A pastor will introduce you to this casket
Bullshittin me gon' get you blasted
[ CHORUS: Scarface ]
We got the powers that move niggas
What the fuck is you sayin?
You know the way that we do niggas
So what the fuck is you playin?
We got the powers that move niggas
What the fuck is you sayin?
[ VERSE 2: Willie D ]
Nigga, I be crunk-crunk when it jump-jump
Leavin muthafuckas slump-slump
In a trunk-trunk, I pump-pump
Bullets into the flesh and leave you naked
Stop prayin for this muthafucka, he ain't gon' make it
You have to take it straight to his muthafuckin dome
If anybody come lookin for him, tell him he gone
Can't you see his muthafuckin eyes jumpin around
Can't you see his muthafuckin thighs humpin the ground
It's goin down, when times are hard I feel like this
Before I starve I'ma kill me a bitch
Shit, I want that muthafuckin dope and the cash
And I can take it out your pockets or your ass
Don't make me blast
The last way you wanna see me is disgruntled
Cause I shoot you in your muthafuckin face and leave you horizontal
My .45 signfies who's boss
You play with me, I have your ass startin the news off
Close your fuckin mouth and keep your dicksuckers tight as a gurtle
Don't turn this robbery into a murder
Unless you tired of livin, put your possession in my custody
My finger's itchy, don't you fuck with me
[ CHORUS: Scarface ]
[ VERSE 3: Doracell ]
Wake your ass up and shove, nigga, good morning
Oh, what it's all about, Doracell is in your home and
The pistol's in your mouth, nigga, and it's on and
I represent that South, nigga, I bring it on and
Muthafucka, make this shit a simple situation, give me the loot
??? your baby and that bitch, I'ma shoot, and that's the truth
My pistol piece up against the wig
I ain'ts to be up in this bitch for long, nigga, you dig?
You baby-sit? Nigga, I don't give a fuck
A nigga fresh out of prison, down on my luck
What's up, cold steel touchin on your dome
Excellent chrome about to roam through your home
Break yourself and I'm gone, it's all about the cheddar
Nigga, ain't no sense in frontin, fool's livin better
Nigga, plus I'm bigger, G.B.'s in this bitch
Know what I'm sayin? I'm the muthafuckin man
[ intro: willie d ]
Thugg niggaz
Ha-ha-ha
Callin all thugg niggaz
(callin all thugg niggaz)
This shit is for y'all
Worldwide
Just like geto boys
(geto boooys!)
I know y'all niggas gon' feel this shit right here
(g.b.!)
We're goin through the same thing
[ verse 1: willie d ]
Weapons bein loaded and cocked, bodies drop
Ghetto niggas, they hang on the corner sellin rocks
Fuck the cops, they brutalize the poverty-stricken
Institutional racism prevalent in prisons
Quick decisions are made with precisions of blood-spill
Gotta make a mill, got a house on the hill
Protect my grill, and avoid gettin killed
Now if I land on the concrete with bloody pants
Lord please, give your homeboy a second chance
Baby need a new pair of shoes, and a college fund
My p.o. wanna know how I got a gun
I'm in the presence of my enemies like in the bible
Will I see heaven if I murder these fuckin rivals?
I'm havin nightmares of niggas' final cries
If I die today, will I be idolized?
I gives a fuck, if you dwell from the east to west
As long as you feel the south, nigga, you can bet
I got...
[ chorus: doracell ]
Nothin but that gangsta shit to my thugs
Puffin on a gang of shit smokin luv
Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub
No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up (2x)
[ verse 2: doracell ]
Lord, see me, to the last year, my islamic roots
Forgive me what I past did, hustlin for loot
Pass the casket, lookin at my friend in basket
Touch him with my lips, feelin like he blasted
I never seen a man cry
But my lifestyle is fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
Or speak about it too much, you gon' die by the sword
So think about it, do us an injustice, you know time flies
Life, I can't trust it, so I stay high
Six-time felony, no one can handle me
I'm constantly fuckin up my family
To the moms a casualty, I got love
But this a little gangsta shit, to my thugs
[ chorus ]
[ verse 3: dmg ]
I be a muthafuckin thug till the day I die
Called in this world to be a rider, so I'm ridin high
My blood-shot eyes coincide with my frame of mind
Forever mobbin with my niggas from offa both sides
It's g.b. family, fuck y'all bitch-mades
We in the game to run the whole thang
Return and leave from a to z
Bonafied thug in my blood, part of the ghetto
Niggas runnin when I'm up in meadow
I'm black devil with the shovel when I'm near, nigga
Don't fear, nigga, this is war in yo ear, nigga
Right here, nigga, real niggas
Representin thugs, we all action
We body-baggin (body-baggin) and toe-taggin
Your reaction is flatline, no pulse
Straight killers, thugg niggaz with no heart
[ willie d ]
And that's how that shit go, nigga
We ain't gon' never stop doin this shit
I know them muthafuckas can't stand it
When them goddamn geto boys come hot
Cause we gotta represent niggas all over the muthafuckin world
We got geto boys all over the world
And that's why we always break shit down
To the muthafuckin smallest compound
Nigga, you fuck with us
You hoes'll get mugged, drugged
We ain't havin no muthafuckas down in the fuckin front row
Gettin kisses and hugs
Nigga, that's how we doin that shit
Down south, muthafucka
[ verse 4 scarface ]
Get em up, nigga, buck-buck, represent yo shit
Smokin weed got you fucked up, now you niggas hit
Fuck with me, nigga, what's up talkin all that shit
Now we face to face, muthafucka, who you with?
Ain't nobody got your back now, you in trouble
Oh, he know how to act now, huh? we in double
Always sickin out and stomp out, nigga gettin nervous
And that stutterin in your voice, pal, that's gon' get your service
Ain't no muthafuckin game, nigga, disrespect
Remember the next time that bullshit gon' get you x-ed
Do yo thang, but don't you ever trick
Don't you ever switch, if you get caught, then don't you ever snitch
If you do, you'se a bitch, full of shit
Lots of holes in ya
Pop a hole in a hoe nigga
You know what? I'm destined to be the last man standin'
Carefully mappin' my escape through plannin'
Come in and get it, and leave here with it
Makin' fo' sho' that I'll be free when I hit
It's like a dope man's lotto, the dope man follows
The rule here is simple and this is my motto
To get it how you get it homey, Marciealago
Get you a house built keep you a dollar though
'Cause when it's over it's over, no cheese to borrow
You fuck around, get indicted, ain't no tomorrows
My homey locked up, been six years tight
But six years is nothin', 'cause this kid's life
Is off in a cage for the rest of his days
A price that he paid for the mistake he made
So I'm more focused 'cause my lifestyle's bogus
I got to get out 'cause this fast life's over
You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win
You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win
They say, "The ends justifies the means"
So I guess a drug dealer justifies the fiends
Poverty and unemployment justifies the screams
The reason he stacks his paper just to buy it clean
Two thousand and six with shoes the size of me
But in the end he wasn't really what he tried to be
I'd never let no war justify me
I question how hard some of these cats really be
'Cause real niggaz don't speak, our actions talk more
Don't make me flip and turn these streets into a chalk board
I do this for all the real niggaz that smoke trees
The hustlers, players, pimps, and OG's
For the up-and-comin' cats to the old schoolers
The ones that remember private stock and Calvin Coolidge
It's a struggle to make it, keep pushin'
See how far you can take it, two eye or one eye navigate it what
You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win
You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find the peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win
I know this cocksucker pullin' me over because of my skin
But the secret is to win, so I hold it in
I'm yes sir'n, no sir'n, but when he pull off he diss
A motherfuckin', dick-suckin', redneck son of a bitch
All it takes is one pussy who ain't gettin' none
To catch you on a dark street, and put you to sleep
Dude was one deep, at the sto', he said, "I ain't no ho"
Got clapped in the back of his 'fro
It didn't have to go like that, believe me Mister
Someday, niggaz gon' respect these pistols
Play the safe, get out the way, when a fool got the ups
Pride'll get a motherfucker shot in the guts
And remember this before you grown, and the day that you gone
Greed it don't last too long
The secret is to win, jump out the game and have money for life
Not to stick around 'til you lose all your shit to the vice
You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win
You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Seek and Destroy
Geto Boys
yo let's find the competition
so i can destroy
the wack mc's who claim they're
headed for stardom
they think I can't subtract
the car 'dallac will come back,
wax and tax da part
bought back the track that was lost
I kept, these suckers are gone
d.j. Action is back
and
d.j. Action is hard
put rhymes together are clever
tougher than leather however
mc's of tropical feathers
don't claim to battle- i'm better
mcs died by the dozen
said they was dope but they wasn't
now i'm tellin you cousin
get off my jock, cause you buggin
got a rhyme lets get tour
Gave you a chance but you blew it
You fell a geek an I knew it
Action is back so don't do it.
See ,I perfected perfection
give me some time, jus a second
so i can rhyme my selection
my rhymes will burning....
you see i've seen and i saw
a lot of fiends on the draw
tryin' to get with the king
cool out the king's on the floor
It's time to cool and I chill
it's time to school and I kill
if you're down for the fill
jus let me know and i will
come around for the brawl
some m.c.'s bank but...
they crumple up like toy
because my mission is to seek and destroy
here it comes
the voice of the invincible
you're gettin dumb
come now, let's be sensible
you couldn't hang with the master mind
of records.. shit
so get a grip and come equioped
cuz i'm gonna show the real meaning of a massacre
a mad man, disaster
cuz i is da great one.
i'll never 'fess unless the best
puts the great to test
an i'm gonna jus watch 'em
crumple up just like a leave in December
cut em tough
and yell 'timber!'
and afta the pathc is clear
i stand
the immortal survivor Action
I cant be stopped cuz
i'm gonna rock until you drop
so full of action
that you'll get dizzy then you'll pop
I'm the mastermind and not a toy
and my mission
is to seek and destroy
I come equipped
ready for a ?wide? war
mc's get flipped
one at at time over
and over, flogged and fleeced
the punks get beat
they can't compete
do't try to make me slip
I'm gonna speak
I'll break and take the fake
who claimed to make the place
to dominate 'cha mate
from state to state
away from the states
you makin and then begin to ache
the head
more like an earthquake
lyrics begin to penetrate,
to spin, the wind that breaks
the skin
you evaporate!
Thats when I'm gonna have to make
a jam to hold my own
because I control the zone
a rap
step off, i'm on the microphone
if you test the best
go check arrests and ask the press
how many hands were put to rest
and Act' will just go get my w?
and hit the ses'
and still be posin a threat.
cuz i'm the mastermind and not a toy
and my mision is to
seek and destroy.
Let me continue or should i say finish this?
this is a dope jam.
though Some are wishin' this
will be the last that ya heard of the Act'
but I'll be back
to attack on another track
but until then you all follow the dream
Peace!
Now let me hear ya scream.
eh Yo Red, cut that up real funky for me
ya know what i'm sayin?
Cuz this is the Geto Boys dope jam
of '89 rockin' it all the way into the '90s
and to the entire rap-a-lot family
D, Act, and the Geto boys say "Peace!"
Ha Ha!
Yo Bushwick, whaddya do when m'fuckas underestimate your size man?
First of all I laugh
(Then what?)
Smash their ass like a goddamn carcrash
So if you wanna try your luck
C'mon...play pussy'n'get fucked
Ass-hole snicker and get beat
Your a bad motherfucker if you dare to compete
Cause Diana Ross be comin' at your ass fool
And have you singing the blues
To all now bicker and I'll pound
Let's go around
Imma take ya, shake ya
Then brake ya down
And if you kick Imma pick up a stick
And beat your ass to the size of your dick
And that's small
And you think you're mackin' when you're lackin?
Bushwick is packin!
I'll show your girl how a real man feels
Large things come in very small packages
And while your gettin' on your knees to fuck
A nigga like me's still standin' up
Any bitch will tell you:
As long as he has a big dick, size ain't shit
Liftin weights'll make you bigger
But lift me you'll be a dead-ass nigga
You wanna squabble coz ya think you're tougher?
(Automatic unloading) squabble that motherfucker!
Those are called bullets, they got 'em in every state
To keep niggaz like you in place
And since I'm a trigga happy nigga
Look for your place to be in a
Cemetary, you goddamn sucka
Lying next to another bad motherfucka
Reputation ain't shit coz see:
What you done did in the past don't excite me
V-I-C-T-O-R-Y
You can't have it...na-na-na-na-na!
Any motherfucker wanna get with Bushwick?
Bring it on 'cause your size ain't shit!
I been a stupid-ass motherfucker ever since
I been a stupid-ass motherfucker ever since
I been a stupid-ass motherfucker ever since
The penitentiary became my residence
It wasn't nothin' for me to disfigure
You little nickle-and-dime-assed niggaz
Shank a motherfucker in a minute
And if a riot was goin' down I was in it,
Get off work and discuss my pardon
Chill out and smoke weed with tha warden
Take a motherfucker like you
And without remorse this is what I'll do:
Punk you out and make you be my bitch
And let a nig get shit on his dick for 1 cigarette!!
Any harder then my dick and you're talkin' shit
Carry on motherfucker-
before the state convict me of assult or something hyper
and I'll end up right back at Riker's, Like a sniper
I'm scoping you out,
You won't even know when I'm takin' your ass out,
I'm equipt and viscious, tolerate no misses,
Rougher than Ulysses when it comes to bitches
bitch, yea I'm talking to you, some a yall niggaz are bitches too
you gotta be crazy as hell to try ta fuck up ******
**** 'cause your size ain't shit.
Some stupid motherfucker said he had an advantage
Fuck my size, you wanna do damage?
Contestant #1 c'mon down!
You're the next motherfucker Imma clown
So don't get excited like your bid is exact
Cause you ain't winnin' shit but a goddamn smack
When I throw a motherfuckin' right cross
And slap the taste out your goddamn mouth
Now where's the height comin' from?
Don't make me use this goddamn gun
Cause I'll give your ass hell then charge ya rent
Fuck you up like a goddamn accident
Innocent is how I look
cause a nigga this size ain't supposed to cook
You took me for a sucker that day...
so bitch you find out the hard way:
Up early in the morning lacin up my british knights
Throwin up my deuce sign, fuckin with the street life
Never knew no better cause my mommy never taught me
Going out to get the shit that mommy never bought me
Only ten years old and I can't stay away from trouble
But you don't give a fuck cause you ain't never had to struggle
And everybody's tellin me it's get greater later
I need to get my shit right now, cause it ain't shit in my refrigerator
And I done struggled for my whole life
Seeing my moma layed up with a different nigga everynight
And when you see me you can spot a crook
Cause I'm going through her motherfuckin pocket book
I'm going out to get my papes
Cause she don't give a fuck about me anyway
And my daddy's doing two terms
And all she ever does is sit around and get served
My mommy never hugs me
I'm callin deuce my family, cause these niggas say they love me
I'm steady dustin chumps off
And ready for the battle if the shit would ever jump off
So send my ass to hell
Its eithr being covered up with some dirt, or boxed in a cell
Anyway that's what it looks like
If I don't hurry up and get my ass up out the street life
Chorus: (spoken)
You know the streets is all I know
This is my way of survival
You know I've been dealt some bad cards
But I gots to play them
What else am I to do, look for a job?
But until them my family will starve and be broke
So I resort to the streets
As a source of income
I'm stuck here
I step out on my own block
And everyone's throwin up the deuce to little j-rock
And all my little homies that I hang with
Are either jackin, or mixed up with this gang shit
See it through reality
Never leavin the gang cause it's the street life mentality
My homies gota proposition
Pulled the nigga off some change and said he'd help in my position
So now I'm rollin with the ogs
Puttin in work for the jack, for some overseas
And maybe in a year or two
I'll be able to roll in a benz like the gangsta's do
Makin hoes ride dick
Cause that poor, broke ? ? ?
Ain't hittin ? ? ? shit
I gotta lock my crew down
And sew this whole motherfucker up like the jews town
Develop us a strong click
Break my pops off some dope while he rot
Pops would like that shit
Seeing his little nigga on his own two
Doing shit I heard my pops used to do
A real nigga to this crime thang
And had it going on before his time came
I gots to get my shit right
Until my shit gets right
I'm rollin with the street life
Chorus:
You know what upsets me
Is when whitey sits back in they lavish homes and bmws
And tell me the streets ain't the place to be
See it from my prospective
Poverty strickin, livin on welfare
And the government cuttin that shorter every week
I'm shortin on education cause I'm black
The corner doesn't promise me a good life
But at least it shows me promise
Finally after shit got right
I'm wanting out of the gang cause I'm searchin for a new life
But I remember what was said
You come in alive the only way you leave out is dead
So I'm kinda fucked on both ends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin frinds
Cause if they were my friends they'd let me break
Outie five thousand fuck this shit, I'm packin my 38
But first I gotta stay down
Until it's time for me to punch it out and just lay it down
And that's a motherfuckin shame
Tonight I gotta spill another ride with my little gang
So slowly I walked up to it
With no hesitation I broke the window and jumped into it
Unhooked his shit and was headed off
I opened up the door that's what set it off
A nigga came out with a glock jack
And put a slug in my motherfuckin back
And my so called friends
Want me out of the gang cause they don't know if I'll walk again
Now tell me what's that deuce life
Yeah, I take y'all way back
Seven years old, I'm lookin' up to the gangstas in the hood
'Cause to me and my cousins, yeah, they represented good
Even when we played cops and robbers on the block
Nobody wanted to play the cop, yeah
'Cause the cop was a pussy-ass bitch
And if you played the cop, nigga you got your ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk
The way they act, the way they wore that gangsta hat
Tilted, rim laid flat out, now that's the type a shit I'm talkin' about, yeah
Cigarette in one hand, drink in the other
Leanin' to one side, cooler than a motherfucker
With the gangstas nicknames
Killin' Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Go-Deal, Lil Lane
True muthafuckin' mack daddies, bitch on the side, drivin' the '73 caddy
With a chrome plated 357 ready to send a motherfucker
On a stairway to heaven, I was fascinated, yeah
I let 'em influence me, and my momma hate it
But she still gave me love, 'cause my momma understood
That it was in my blood, see it was a psycho
And in a few more years she wouldn't have to worry about a Michael
'Cause I'll be makin' my own decisions, yeah
Comin' up fast, clockin' cash, straight gangstaism
Yeah, on and on and on
And on and on, yeah
Break it down
Like that, like that, yeah
Now is '93, I got a name for myself
Made a little wealth, played the cards I was dealt
Didn't go fo' self, now I'm a G and every muthafuckin' body know me
Niggas in the hood, all got love, 'cause they saw me raise up
From a muthafuckin' scrub, and hoes that I know, from way back before
They used to say no, all wanna go to the hotel
'Cause they claim that they interested, and everybody talkin' about
The shit that they wish they did but I surpassed all that
They used to wanna know if I was down, but they don't ask all that
'Cause they believin' what they seein'
A young nigga comin' up fast, yeah straight G
Yeah, on and on and on, yeah
Like that, way that
Sittin' back as a youngster, peepin' out my folks
Some were straight G's and some when not smoking dope
I had to cope with it, be a man and stay strong
Even though some folks didn't think that I'd live long
I watch grandpa shoot dice at the liquor store
Gettin' licks in the dough ague and the Big Joe
Walkin' out the door with a gallon of Jack
Sellin' straight chess booze 'cause back then there weren't no crack
A matter fact, to this day I'm doin' shit like grandpa in every way
I got my hustle on lock, I ain't frontin'
Just a young nigga in this world tryin' to have somethin', yeah
That's then you find and I know
That's how I was raised and that's how I'ma go
I don't know will I ever be a cell mate
But I do know I'm never goin' straight ganstaism
Yeah, really doe 3-2 in the muthafuckin' house doe
Down with the mutherfuckin' GB
And y'all gonna hear the original big baby really doe
And the mutherfuckin' 9 to the deuce
I know you heard that big baby, yeah
We got Seag in the muthafuckin' house doe from Oakland, yeah
We got Big Mike yeah, Fattey Hattey yeah, we got Big Chief
And Le Jay, really doe say big baby, look at my deed
You fuckin' bitch, you really doe, Bido in the muthafuckin' house, yeah
Nigga face evil really doe they can't fade this soft shit doe
Walkin' down the street, smoggy eyed
Looking at the sky, starry eyed
Searchin' for the place, weary eyed
Crying in the night, teary eyed
Don't you know that it's true
That for me and for you the world is a ghetto
Don't you know that it's true
That for me and for you the world is a ghetto
Wonder when I'll find paradise
Somewhere there's a home sweet and nice
Wonder if I'll find happiness
Better give it up now I guess
Don't you know that it's true
That for me and for you the world is a ghetto
Don't you know that it's true
That for me and for you the world is a ghetto
The world is a ghetto
There's no need to search anywhere
Happiness is here, have your share
If you know you're loved, be secure
Paradise is love to be sure
Don't you know that it's true
That for me and for you the world is a ghetto
Don't you know that it's true
That for me and for you the world is a ghetto
The world is a ghetto
The world is a ghetto
The world is a ghetto
The world is a ghetto
[ bushwick bill ]
Say d and ak, those muthafuckas are down there at the mall protestin aginst us, man
[ willie d ]
What? !
[ scarface ]
Man, you bullshittin, man
[ bushwick bill ]
Yo, this's on the deuce, fuck the one
I bullshit you not, my nigga
I walked in there, seen muthafuckin picket signs and shit
Sayin 'ban the geto boys', we're a bad influence on their kids
How the fuck they gon' do that?
I'm about two shakes of a rattlesnake tail off they ass
[ willie d ]
It's time to get dead on they ass...
[ verse 1: bushwick bill ]
You goddamn parents are trippin
Gimme some of that shit you been sniffin
You don't want your kids to hear songs of this nature
But you take em to the movies to watch schwarzenegger
Fuck that 'land of opportunity' shit
I don't need permission to sell a damn hit
I say what I want, when I want, how I want
Try to stop me, get your fuckin ass stomped
Call me a bad guy, but in reality
Most you muthafuckas curse worse than me
You rabble-ass, I show it, you goddamn hypocrite
I ain't hidin shit, so suck my dick
You mama can't relate, cause her mind is weak
Fuck that shit she preach every week
You contradict yourself in ever phrase
Do you know a stupid-ass parent that's always
(talkin loud, sayin nothin) --> james brown
(yeah)
(hey silly willy, let me talk, let me say somethin
Let me say somethin, let me talk)
Yeah man, we pumpin it up on the southside
I'm fixin to get me a benz next month
I got the money for it right now
But I'm waitin on rico to bring me this ki, knowmsayin?
[ verse 2: willie d ]
Nigga, do I look like a goddamn sucker?
You say you're clockin, you'se a lyin muthafucka
Kickin that shit about you're waitin to scope
But evertime I see your ass you're waitin on metro
I can't stand a lyin-ass nigga
Try to be hard, but you're sweeter than sugar
Told the boys you shot a cop to death
But muthafucka, you was locked down for auto theft
Say you ran shit, what you had to drink?
Nigga, you was on a goddamn punk tank
Washin out another nigga's drawers
And getttin fucked up your doo-doo walls
So don't give me that bullshit story
Pussy muthafucka, I heard they took your commissary
What the fuck are you, a man or a mouse?
(man) well, why the fuck you clean another nigga's house?
Hoe-ass nigga, yeah the word got back
I wouldn'ta busted your ass, but you tried to high-cap
You're like pinocchio, can't get a lie straight
Say you're scorin ki's when you're fuckin with 8ths
Boy you're
(talkin loud, sayin nothin)
(yeah)
What the fuck you doin talkin to that nigga?
(ah boy, I - I went to school with him
That's my friend!)
[ verse 3: willie d ]
Hoe, shut up, you're pissiin me off
I'm bout to bust you in your goddamn mouth
Have you forgotten my description?
I'm a geto boy (we can't stand contradiction)
Hoe, you got a head like a goddamn rock
Is your muthafuckin brain washed?
Just the other day I had a heartfelt blow
And I had to beep ya just to find ya, hoe
Another thing I dislike is your funky-ass friends
Bitch, who you're fuckin, me or them?
You're with the hoes all afternoon
And when it's time for me, all your time is consumed
But fuck that shit, take off my ring and my flack
And you owe me 250 for the goddamn contacts
You say you love me, but you keep fuckin up
Dumb bitch, you ain't doin nuthin but
(talkin loud, sayin nothin)
(all I have in this world)
(all I have in this world)
(all I have in)
(all I have in)
(all I have in this world)
(all I have in)
(all I have in)
(all I have in)
(all I have in)
(all I have in)
(all I have in this world)
(balls)
(balls)
(balls)
(balls)
[ verse 1: scarface ]
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard
You try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard
Boy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons
So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin
Cause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp
And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp
So watch your back and prepare for the hitman
Life of the black, and the ak won't take no shit, and
You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace
On the for realer, my nigga, just call me scarface
(crazy muthafucka from the street) --> mc ren
(all I have in this world)
(all I have in this world)
(balls)
(balls)
(balls)
(balls)
[ verse 2: scarface ]
I'm in the south park, night falls, over the streets
It's gettin dark, bill calls, he's been beat
Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat
And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat
Boy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him
So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him
Load up the uzis, turn the village into a warzone
Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on
Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game
So raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn
Little bill, grab your piece, pick em out
Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out
Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm
Open fire like a lunatic from vietnam
Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled
Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led
Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, brad, bwoy
Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy
I shot my gun in the air as I left the place
You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me scarface
(don't) (don't) (don't) (don't) (don't)
(don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --> ice cube
[ verse 3: scarface ]
Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it
My girl came home, I told her shit had been
Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me
She pulled her skirt up, and said, "he could need some pussy"
I just sat back, my legs started shakin
Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin
I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs
Threw her down on the bed, and she said, "fuck, yeah!"
I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin
Like mike tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin
The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered
Cause all she said was, "fuck me harder, fuck me harder!"
I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin
She wasn't hangin, she was singin, "brad, I'm comin!"
Up and down, side to side, perfect timin
I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin
I was just about to nut, she got on top of me
I heard a (*shot*) now what the fuck? somebody shot at me
I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded
Reached for the uzi at my foot, and I unloaded
Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps
I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet
So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete
Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat
Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?
And i'ma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me
Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman
I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan
He's in his cadillac, starin at my frontdoor
I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, "what you front for? "
He says, "i'm sorry, ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff"
That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff
The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, "you're a goner
Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner"
Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank
Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank
Got out the cadillac, the copper, he said, "stop it, freeze!"
I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees
Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, "akshun, please!"
I put my gun between his eyes, said, "don't breathe"
He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath
That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death
I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for
But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war
But maybe one day in the future I can come back
But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black
Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face
And ask my posse, they say, "we call him scarface"
Hey conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn
Now that we got texas fiendin, mayn
It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin
We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn
And we get the dope out there, mayn
We fuck em up!
And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn
I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn
I'm comin back, mayn
Geto boys
1990
[ verse 1: scarface ]
The heavy hitters from the hou, tex, back in effect
Even rougher than ever, what the fuck did you expect?
The g.b. to apologize?
For never givin a fuck?
Hittin muthafuckas up?
Still the rawest in this street thing, I read things
Stayin high as a fuck in a bentley bumpin sweet thing
And we came to reincarnate the real
Hardcore gangsta shit for y'all still
Goin insane, puttin a bullet in your brain
Leavin you shocked, fuckin the world like pac
Settin niggas up like puerto-ricans to stop breathin
Cause destiny caught up with yo ass and got even
And I'm seein your whole family ripped apart
Follow in the steps of a nigga with no heart
I'm suicidal, manic depressive, seekin guidance
I speak to shrinks every week, must inquire
They lyin, on the verge of settin off the war
Fuck the police (dump them bitches in they car)
[ chorus: scarface ]
Cause the police is bitches
The niggas is bitches
The bitches is bitches
The politicians is bitches
The bitches is bitches
The niggas is bitches
The police is bitches
The bitches is bitches
The politicians is bitches
Kkk, they bitches
[ verse 2: willie d ]
Die muthafucka, die muthafucka, die muthafucka
Die muthafucka, that's the message
To the bitches in the white dresses
I got some shit to make the room rock
If you don't wanna feel the pain, you keep your asses in the boon docks
Dumb muthafuckas with your pick up trucks
Gave muthafuckas jammin sticks up butts
I shoot your asses in the guts and leave your brains on the windshield
You muthafuckas shoulda been killed
[ verse 3: scarface ]
Murder-murder-murder, kill a muthafucka still
Watchin the military blowin bitches up at will
On the brink of startin world war iii, fuck peace
Cause to me an a to a k spells relief
Blow this muthafucka up, fuck sadam
Sneak up on his ass with a rifle, fuck a bomb
Remember 'nam? niggas got killed in desert storm
When the well being of my kids is at stake I'm alarmed, heavily armed
[ verse 4: willie d ]
Muthafuck the judge, the jury and the prosecutor
Diverted juda, I smoke buddah and roll with shooteres
War recruiters, the type of niggas that'll run you down
Pistol whip you in front of your family and gun you down
With no compassion niggas be blastin and blastin
And blastin, like ? ? ? niggas be passin
We mashin on muthafuckas tired of breathin
Niggas get even, leavin your loved ones grievin
Fuckin with heathens, the graveyard be your residence
I don't give a fuck if you the goddamn president
It's evident, I'm a survivalist
Two in the back of the head is what my rivals get
Child molesters, I hate them muthafuckas, let's kill em
? ? ? for fuckin with our children
Blood-spill-em along with the deadbeat dads
We needs to straight check they ass
Cause they bitches
[ chorus: scarface ]
The police is bitches
The niggas is bitches
The bitches is bitches
The politicians is bitches
The bitches is bitches
The niggas is bitches
The police is bitches
The bitches is bitches
The politicians is bitches
don't call me bitch punk
don't call me punk bitch
(reapeat 7 times)
punk bitch punk bitch
Big mike how you livin'
I've been sellin' out the same dope house since the age of sixteen
Shufflin' crack like cards, to these burnt out dope fiends
Sellin' rock after motherfuckin' rock
Seein' cop after motherfuckin' cop on the block
Changin' face after motherfuckin' face
Watchin' niggas catch dope case after dope case
Add it up and you'll find more niggas doing time in the pen
'Cause he wouldn't snitch on his fuckin' friends
And that same motherfucker that didn't go to jail
Wouldn't come and pay his homeboys bail
But that's the way niggas do you
Caught a case for another nigga and he swear he never knew ya
Twelve months in the county you done got out and found out
That your homey runs his own dope house
And he ain't gave you shit
Not even a funky ass ounce to get on yo feet that sheisty bitch
And he still calls you family
But I be damned if I'll be kin, to a nigga who ain't payin' me
'Cause I ain't with that hoe shit
So if you thinkin' 'bout fuckin' me, nigga you better try some more shit
'Cause I done paid my dues and like a fool in the process
Watchin' other niggas progress
On the motherfuckin' shit I did
But in the 90s', it's payback and I ain't takin' no shorts kid
'Cause life is a bitch and I ain't that nigga to be broke
While makin' another motherfucker rich
So wise up nigga, get with the program
'Cause in this dirty game, you got to wash your own hands
And I got a tech nine ready to take mine and what's for me hoe
Yeah, no nuts no glory
Now I done heard a nigga say they callin' me the biggest bitch in Texas
'Cause I'm bummin' a ride, when I should be drivin' Lexus
But you know, I gives a fuck about what niggas say
I handle mine, by handlin' shit my own way
I let niggas thinks it's cool
To fuck a nigga like me, but they don't know that they psychin' fools
See I stay lokey
Lettin' a nigga think he know me, but he really don't know me G
Claiming that we friends when my little girl is ridin' the bus
And his little girl is riding a fuckin' Benz
Whose your friend? Ask yourself that shit
The only friend I got, is my fuckin' pistol grip
Filthy rich I know you love it I done made your ass fat
And you still talkin' 'bout twenty-five of a hundred
Be real that shit went out in 86
I'm down with the Geto Boys but my mind ain't playin' tricks bitch
You still refuse to give me mine cool
Nigga be that way and I'm gonna handle my business fool
Just like my nigga Snoop Dogg told me
You gotta be down for your shit, why you can homie
'Cause you's about to get your ass lit up
Because the fuckin' ain't proper
And I ain't the nigga that's catchin' the nut
Payback is a motherfucker, payback is a bitch
But payback is a must when I ain't the nigga that's gettin' rich
'Cause life ain't but one big chance
And unlike these other motherfuckers
I ain't scared to touch yo bitch ass
'Cause if you believe in fuckin' niggas, you's a hoe
And the pita man can't tolerate hoes so you got to go
Mr. Big Man, Mr. Big Nuts got everybody thinkin' you the shit
But really I'm the motherfuckin' one
So I'm about to grab my shit off the self
And go on a mission, one nigga gettin' busy by his damnself
So keep on thinkin' you fuckin' me
But while you thinkin', I'll be pullin' yo fuckin' number G
'Cause I'm a nigga with no heart and no woes
Creeping down the hallway quiet as kept
The only sign of a murder was the blood on the foresteps
I stopped for a second to wipe it up
And threw the bloody towel in the garbage bag with her guts
Pretty as a picture her name was rosie
Had to kill the bitch 'cause she was getting too fuckin nosey
A school hoe she attended u of h
A law student who was looking for a fuckin' case
But she was barking up the wrong tree g
Ay yo why in the hell did the bitch wanna fuck with me
Walking around my crib steady casin'
Askin' about the strange smells that were coming from my basement
She asked one too many motherfuckin questions it was time
Somebody taught the stupid bitch a good lesson
I snuck in the house by the back door
It was like a scene from psycho
The bitch was in the shower
I rushed her quick so she wouldn't have a chance to holler
And said "shut the fuck up hoe"
And slammed her motherfucking face against the cold floor
Struggling soaking wet
I gagged her mouth with a whole box of kotex
After I fucked her check out what I did
Slit her fucking stomach and watched her squeal like a pig
The shit was gruesome g I couldn't call it
I cut off her fingers and flushed them down the fuckin' toilet
And wrote my name on the wall like I usually do
To mark a murder hoe, yeah on murder avenue
More murder, more murder, more murder, yo
More murder, more murder, more murder, watch me hurt a hoe
More murder, more murder, more murder, nigga
More motherfucking murder gots ta pull the trigger
More murder, more murder, more murder, check it
A hundred and fifty seven thousand victims in a second
Gotta give it up for brigitte and ted brand new newly-weds
There's nothing I would love better than to have their fuckin' heads
On a platter I watch them sonofabitches scatter
In broad daylight but yo it really didn't matter
I put my gin to their heads and said "shut up"
The nigga was big I watched this big motherfucker nut up
On the rampage both of 'em got pistol-whipped
The 9 was bloody so I pulled out my pistol grip
The nigga was damn near dead
I grabbed the bitch by her head and told her "spread your fucking legs"
I placed the barrel of my 9 on her pearl tongue
And stuck a shell inside her pussy and said "now ain't that fun? "
She started to cry
I saw a tear fall from here eye I said "bitch you must wanna die"
I pulled the trigger of the gun back slowly
And shot up her nigga until he was full of holes g
The bitch was screaming with rage
I stamped on her motherfucking face until it caved in
'cos killing is so damn sweet
I saved the remains and used them later for ground meat
Being a lunatic I gotta do the lunatic
Gotta do man, yeah living on this avenue
More murder, more murder, more murder, yo
More murder, more murder, more murder, watch me hurt a hoe
More murder, more murder, more murder, nigga
More motherfucking murder gots ta pull the trigger
More murder, more murder, more murder, check it
Niggaz busting caps on a Sunday
I'm riding through the park with my white six bloody
Thinking to myself, what the fuck is this?
I grab my motherfuckin' shit, load the clip and then I get
The extra hallow points out the box in the backseat
I can't believe these motherfuckers tried to X me
Once again I'm in the middle of some fuck shit
I busted a window, a dead nigger they left me stuck with
I grabbed my cellular phone and called my nigger Face
Had to beep him, 911 he wasn't in his place
The phone rang I picked it up I heard what's up Black?
'"Some hoe ass niggaz bust a cap and shot my nigga Matt
They killed my nigga now them hoes are after me
Just dump the body and meet me over at the draft 'G'
7 o'clock I dumped the body now I'm changing cars
Getting up with Face it's time to take them hoes to war
Called up Billy to meet us on the south west
Bring a bag of Buddha sinse and an extra vest
And to fit the [unverified] VNG to get this shit right
'Cause there's about to be a murder after midnight
Say what?
3 or 4 minutes to twelve o'clock, rolling in an
Undercover hunting 4 an' [unverified] Adrock
Let's hit the spot and find them hoes that tried to cap ya
Were they Killers yeah, or were they tried to jack ya?
It's hard to tell we lost our boy behind this punk shit
And when we catch him we're gonna chuck him
In the trunk [unverified] Swick
I gives a fuck about the sorry motherfucker
He crossed the family daddy's now I'm a make the nigga suffer
I'm rolling hard got my daddy's Smith and Wesson
6 shots nigga played the 357
So keep your eyes peeled Nigga we got to find them
We got some barrels protecting us
But keep a low pro cause they'll be expecting us
We spotted a 'Z' off at Quarter Lane I'm killing the bitch
I don't know the man
Creped up slow dropped the back window
Yeah now what's up hoe?
Let off a couple of shots but he had posse
The nigga came out the door and like just shot me
It didn't hit me 'cause I duck down
We jumped our ass out the car and turned
That bitch into [unverified] Book Town
I bring my gats to a fist fight and bust a cap
In the bitch and it ain't gotta be at midnight
Eleven forty five I pull up on the set
With some down ass niggaz and a van full of gats
Jumped out fired up my Philly had to bust some shots
Had to let them know Bushwick Bill is on the fucking block
Niggaz start hauling as I heard Big Mike calling
Jumped in the van slammed the door and started hauling
Ass around the corner catch the nigga who would ran
Oki jumped out and went to bust him once again, uh
Making niggaz take cover fast 'cause
We was putting something on they motherfuckin' ass
Yeah, nine millimeter shells, twelve gauge pumps and shit
So nigga don't bother running for your trunk and shit
1 2 3 4 shots from the infra-red left
1 2 3 4 motherfuckers dead and no witnesses in sight
Intro:
G.b. ha ha youknowhati'msayin'? geto boys in the house for the 1-9-9-6.
(g.b.) (x16)
Scarface:
What if I learn to work your beat
And fuck with you in the ways that you fuck with me
And underline all y'all downfalls for ya
Catch you fuckin' up and bring the pound down on ya
Infect your neighbborhood with this drug called hate
Ish out your income and control y'all fate
Provide you motherfuckers with this shit that look cool
And price it outta range to keep your ass outta school
You don't work you don't eat you don't eat you don't sleep
And then I got your ass apon these motherfuckin' streets
Poising your own breed turning you from jesus
Get you out your faith and hit your ass with diseases
And now you can't reproduce there goes your children
Don't worry about you dying slow I'm a get to killin'
And shot up your motherfuckin' dreams fromt he jump
And hold you in the penitentiary like a punk
But you can't do shit unless a motherfucker tell ya
You ain't a motherfuckin' man niggayous a failure
You wonder why I hate cha and I paint this picture?
Cause the government is fucked up and I ain't that nigga
So you can point the fingers at the motherfuckin' press
Cause they be feeding me with all the shit that I address
It ain't my motherfuckin' fault niggas ain't learnin'
We in too deep and ain't no returnin'
Willie d:
Willie d is my motherfuckin' name
Lettin' you hoes know is my motherfuckin' game
You got a problem with the way I drop my bloww
Bring it to the g to the motherfuckin' e to the o
I'm a let you hoes know the deal
You can't fuck with will, face and bill
I got niggas fully strapped with lots of nuts
And niggas in the back of ridah trucks
Do I give a fuck about america? (fuck no!)
Call me a patriot bitch I'm a buck yo, ass
Right up your motherfuckin' shit creek
She got some negativity with willie d
Well then let the bitch be
Scarface:
In the begining motherfuckers pack straps
Puttin' they eyes on any motherfuckers back
You got out of line they hit your ass with the gat
Let you die where you lay and left your ass for the rats
Thats how it was and I can see it all again motherfuckers goin' crazy
Like they did when I was ten
I'm goin' through the same shit that my daddy went through when he was 22
Now who, the fuck to blame for the condition that we in
Pursue the game or end up back up off my shit again
It's kind of easy how we make your choice
We go to ghetto tactic labratorites providing ?
Well anyways that's how I seen it then
But now I realize white collar criminals had to bring it in
And now I go against my own kind
With the mentallity that these niggas been after me a long time
And if I'm caught up then I'm outta here
But if you caught up you outta here
And then you wonder what we learned while we've been trapped here
We figured out how to adapt here
Willie d:
Edgar hoovar I wwish you wasn't dead
So I could put a bullet in your motherfuckin' head
Goddamn faggot motherfuckin' drag queen
I know you put the hit on martin luther king
And fred hampton, malcom and the others
You red neck punk motherfucker
Bob dole keep you motherfuckin' mouth shut
Before a nigga beat your old ass up
Jumpin' on the rap bandwagon ain't helpin' it
You need to be concerned about the motherfuckin' deficit
I'm the type of nigga throw a party when the flag burn
Trapped up inside another bad day
This fuckin' chronic got me demonic effecting me in a bad way
I'm on some motherfuckin' kill shit
I got hot flashes of me fuckin' you up nigga this some real shit
I'm on another level total
Forget decisions I'm full of vengeance can't any nigga hold me
'Cause only I can do what no one does it better
I decapitate niggas wearin' cashmere sweaters
Let us, get into some shit that niggas know about from
East to west to north to south no doubt
Every city got their niggas from they hoods
And some from my hood I'm a give one up to my hood
It's the M.P.L.S. yiggy yes y'allin'
Niggas heard me stomp from Houston to Saint Balling
Callin' nigga to the ring if you think you can step
And get your motherfuckin' shirt wet, nigga
I got a million ways and one that you can die by
But I prefer to use my gun so you die by
The penetration of a hydro shock
And ain't no comin' back from your death
When I come at you nigga by your block
It's the return of the maniac
And I'm residing on the outskirts of life somebody bring me back
I'm goin' crazy in this motherfucka
I got my pistol out the dresser about to blaze one of these motherfuckers
I gives a fuck about your bad momma
'Cause nigga all I need is a reason to wipe you out
I don't believe you wanna ride on it
'Cause if you ride then you gon die I'll put the south side on it
This ain't no motherfuckin' gag bitch
Just a nigga about to show your ma dukes and it's some sad shit
'Cause when I get down I put the shit down for my whole set
Put my feet down and leave you hoes wet
I brake these niggas off a proper dollar
I get the feeling that you wanting my shit so now I gots to stop ya
There ain't no love for my opposition
'Cause they opposition I knock they monkey ass up out position
He wanted drama so I gave it to him
A blood puddle on his way to the ghetto is my rebutter
The box cutter has his ass beggin' for mercy G
I flipped that out and gave him open heart surgery
It ain't no thang to me to kill a motherfucker
I'll do that shit again if I can watch your mammy suffer
I've had enough of police I ain't scarred
The next time I see the boys in blue they gonna be the boys in red
'Cause they gonna bleed, yes in deed
Motherfuckers took my weed
Give me your mind and I'm a open it
Name a law and I've already broken it
'Cause I don't give a fuck about the system Willie Dennis
Couldn't give a fuck about the people livin' in it
I know a lot of niggas think that they can get with me
But don't you flush it down the toilet bring that shit to me
And get your ass tore up from the floor up
I got some shit that'll make your motherfuckers throw up
When I attack there's no rewindin'
I hit your ass in the brain with this thang and leave you open minded
And that ain't even the half
I laugh at the thought of a body bag
So all you fools that got conflict
[ dj ready red ]
Yo, johny c and box, rock it freestyle, one time
[ verse 1: johny c ]
The beat is pumpin, party's jumpin, makes you shakin the ground
Suckers starin while I'm darin you to try to get down
I'm controllin and I'm rollin out on any mc
He's not happy, that's a smile full of jealousy
Cold crushin and I'm dustin, leavin suckers behind
I could never be took, cause what's mine is mine
And I'm just realizin, I'm only hypnotizin
Girlies are in trance, breakin in cold sweat
When I snap my fingers you shall all snap out of it
I'm elevated, the greatness I've created
And I wanna thank God I finally made it
My beat is uptown, no, I won't trade it
Makin big bucks and none's drug-related
My dj's ready red, and he could never be imitated
So push 'power' and you'll hear the grand wizard fade it
Yo box
[ verse 2: juxe box ]
The time has come that I serve and you observe
You wanna challenge competition, you lack the nerve
I'm your destruction and come prior to ya, you gotta accept
And I be makin cash money, you a demo cassette
With a killer-like motive and a four-wheel drive
Keep you punks lined up, everyone will survive
I know you steal from other rappers like a rat on the hunt
Therefore your rhyme is just ? ? ? , so yo, don't front
Juke box the undisputed power house on the scene
Representin 5th ward, not hollis, queens
But if you know we're from the country, crushin kamikazie
You ain't on my mission, break out, see I advise you
Break fool and terrorize everything in sight
And never scared to book em when you get uptight
[ verse 3: johny c ]
Now I'm the prince of rhyme, and all of you cry
And I'm inspired by the beat and all you suckers who try
To defeat the undefeated johny c has the mind
To destroy the wonderboy, and any of mankind
Cause I'm never caught slippin, performance is tipped and
Like a hoe your ride my jock, I might as well start pimpin
Lyrics of destruction, invincible song
Runnin from the prince of rap, though I'm king-kong
Cause I'm shakin the nation, tearin down every tank
Only once I lost a battle, then I broke the sucker neck
It was an mc named (toy) he was a dumb-ass (boy)
Disc jockey farted as he charged to defeat the mccoy
I'm a rhyming rap wizard, rhymes are like venom
Bite em, you'll die, and I just say "to hell with him"
Why should I care for you suckers out there
Shoot you down in every battle, you still scream "unfair!"
Time for a rumble in this concrete jungle
Whiz that take a quiz, shoot you down in one bundle
My rhymes are motivating, your body responds
With the center party people gettin funky for mine
I'm a rapper, I'm through with ya, posse (tug of war)
We're confiscating (and raiding) and still the boys are hardocre
Rrrah
[ verse 4: juke box ]
Juke box, the rhyme performer performin a rhyme
I'm like the sun, muthafucka, now watch me shine
Spread light across the land, cause I'm the man
The original party rocker of an uptown jam
You know my style will never fade, you punks get slayed
I'm intendin to rock, there's money to be made
The undisputed rap pro keepin you on the go
Purchase, go buy a ticket to see my show
Because I made a lot of cash, we took you fast
But now you're jockin the box and I don't need your dumb ass
One time
[ ready red ]
Yo johny c and box, man
I want y'all to just chill out, man
Gimme the mic, man
I'ma show you how y'all rock this thing one time, man
Y'all know how to rock a uptown jam
Let's me show you what's up here, man
You know what I'm sayin?
Grand wizard dj red in effect
Word, bust this
[ verse 5: dj ready red ]
My home is where I roam, turntable's my peace
And in creation is a masterpiece
Because my music's my mind, cuttin breaks with rhymes
Snappin fingers, clappin hands, shakin behinds
Tearin up the place with the beats galore
Within my own world, we're no amateurs
Because I stayed in my room till my knowledge improved
Got busy tryin to catch the groove
You know I cut and scratched till I get it right
So now I rock a party morning, noon and night
You know I be jammin with my musical skill
My hands are deadly on the wheels of steel
One time
Yeah
(he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)
[ verse 1: bushwick bill ]
Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat
Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends
The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head
Sit down, and watch you bleed to death
I hear the sound of your last breath
Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left
You was in the right place with me at the wrong time
I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind
Calm down, back to reality
Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me
Flashes, I get flashes of jason
Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin
The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck
Pussy play superman, your ass'll get boxed up
Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick
This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic
(he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)
(he's a) (he's a)
(he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)
[ verse 2: bushwick bill ]
Lookin through her window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape
Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my knife, said, "if you scream, I'm cuttin"
Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin
She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose
Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed
Had sex with the corpse before I left her
And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter
Run for shelter never crossed my mind
I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine
Dial 911 for the bitch
But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic
(another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)
(maniac) (maniac)
(another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)
[ verse 3: scarface ]
I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles
Dreamin of the people I've dismantled
I close my eyes and in the circle
Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered
Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up
Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts
Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry
I be ebbin when I'm high
So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly
Like I said before, scarface is my identity
A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies
I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip
And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit
Cause here comes a lunatic
[ verse 4: scarface ]
My girl's gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke
So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat
Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, "brad!"
As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass
Went to the back and grabbed a shovel
Now granny's on her way to meet the devil
Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch
A cop says (freeze, muthafucka!) bitch, suck my dick
I said, "die, muthafuckas!" as I blasted
Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic
The scent of buckshots in human flesh
Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest
No sheriff's gonna take me on a road
Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode
Fuck that, cause I ain'ts to die
So I reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry
It got me crazy as fuck
A ragin psychotic full of that angel's dust
The cops had the place surrounded
Hunted for a way to get out - I found it
Innocent bystanders watch me set an example
I popped one, "let me go, goddammit
Scot free
Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me"
All of a sudden the shit got silent
I remember wakin up, in an asylum
Bein treated like a troubled kid
My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit
Think this is harsh? this ain't as harsh as it gets
No tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic
(maniac)
(maniac)
(ma-) (mani-) (maniac)
(I can't quit)
[ verse 5: willie d ]
November 1st 1966
A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
I shoulda been killed
But sister fucked around and let me live
Now I developped a criminal behaviour
Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya
Ass, beyond recognition, shit
Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch
I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden
You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons
Cross the line, your ass is mine
I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me
Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies
You wanna know what makes me click?
My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic
(let's get out of here, that guy is crazy)
(ma-) (ma-) (ma-) (maniac)
[ verse 6: willie d ]
I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me
Unless your ass wanna be made history
I'll blow your muthafuckin house up
And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked
I don't give a damn who I slay
Don't let me get a hold of some e&j;
Cause when the shit hit the fan
I'll stab your ass quicker than a mexican
The nightmares I leave you with on the scene
Will make freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream
This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch
[ verse 1: willie d ]
Picture me broke and disgusted, livin like a fuckin bum
Raggedy clothes, not knowin where my next meal comin from
I want the american dream like dusty rolls
Got my eyes on paper, fuck these musty hoes
Foes die slower than an aids patient
To a tombstone my enemies lead chasin
The police wanna see me in an early grave
But I ain't trippin on em muthafuckin pearly gates
Ways to get a nigga 'fore he get me
Always keep my 'stola with me
Never beg for my life if they muthafuckin hit me
Face, are you with me? (hell yeah)
The d.e.a. tryin to put me in a jail cell
(hell yeah) but I refuse to be locked up
(hell yeah) give me a quart of ki rocked up
(hell yeah) money and murder, that's my motto
I take my chances in the ghetto, fuck the lotto
[ chorus: scarface ]
I live my life for the moment, fuck tomorrow
Still kill, beg, borrow
Money is power
Rocks is powder
Glock in trousers
Block is ours
Sold flour
Hood sours
Crime towers
Scream louder
[ verse 2: scarface ]
Bein broke got a muthafucka focused on the wrong things
Livin illegal, armorin the regal with gold danes
Twistin muthafuckas up, killin em even quicker
Niggas on a suicidal mission to get the scrilla
Anybody peeler, I'm still a homicidal killer
Mob with gorillas, servin the fiends smokin chillers
And I'm - so high - that I - can touch the sky
Above the fallin rain
Let me explain, in these streets no pain
Murder your partner if he crosses you, nigga, do your thing
It's a struggle for position in this cold dark world
Survival of the realest geto boys and girls
So what you waitin on, get your muthafuckin ranks
And your muthafuckin bank, serve your muthafuckin hank
And your dank, I don't think the sun don't shine
In 1999 - so grind
Ain't no sense in dyin without a dime
Listen to the muthafuckin rhymes
[ chorus ]
[ verse 3: willie d ]
Day dark, walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear nothin
We all gotta die of somethin
Don't blame me if I capitalize
Give me the dope and lock me up if I happen to rise
Despise any human that ain't a substance to my lifestyle
Put me out my mysery, I might smile
Why plan the future when everyday there's a new opponent
I'm livin for the muthafuckin moment, dmg, get on it
[ verse 4: dmg ]
Well i, nigga, I come to ride
Down for the southside
Drive by your community
I'm doin him, we bombin
Droppin on your muthafuckin squadron
Heartless, bring these muthafuckas rigor mortis
For the moment, ? ? ? bonin, who want this?
Come on and let me know you really, really want it
I'm here, now for life, straight up and down, mangler
? ? ? strangler, hang you up
Niggas get smoked like herb
Inner cities to suburbs
Word em up, fuck em up, tired of bein flat
With nothin but these clothes on my back
(no scratch) fuck that with the middle finger
I'm tryin to turn my grass greener
And fertilize my pocket size - for the moment
Intro:
[Willie D]
Geto Boys
(G.B.)'98
We gonna set this shit straight, belive that
Don't you wish sometimes you can be free
Free from incarceration
Free from paying them bills
Free to come and go when ya feel
Most of all, free from them haters
Verse 1:
[Willie D]
So many problems that exist in my world today
When I'm deceased, I want my little baby girl to say
That he was real
He loved me with all his heart
He loved mama too
Even though they sometimes fought
A young nigga in the ghetto
With plenty of dreams
Surrounded by the police
And many of fiends
At 13 started mobbin'
14 started robbin'
It's hard to have morals and values
When you're starvin'
Abused, misused, and plus a bad dresser
Nobody ever told me I was special
I put a gang of tears in my mamma's eyes
But she died
Before I got a chance to apologize
It hurts to see my baby sister feeling the pain
It hurts to see my baby brother still in the game
Ain't nothin' change but my finances
I still be stressed
All these motherf**king worries got a nigga depressed
I'm just tired
Every night, I pray to Jesus, rescue me
>From the poverty, hate, racism and diseases
So the lord said
He prepared a place for me
And when he do that
I'ma be free, yeah
Chorus:
I wanna be free
No more player hater
I gotta be free
Verse 2:
[Scarface]
Now as I walk around in my drawers
Outside smoking weed while I scratch my balls
I'm reminsing on my homies who been lock tight
Or got light
Behind trying to feed their family one night
It's not right
Suppose you watch your mamma suffer
Cause ain't another
Her kids trying they off they ass
It's gettin' rougher and tougher
By all means nigga get your cream
Stop storming what they calling this American dream
And why you looking up for a role model
You be your model
Look who we follow
Niggas forgot about the problem
And single parent upbringings
We doing bad on our ass
Nigga f**k singing
How you gonna tell me to keep it positive
And growing up I didn't have a pop to give
So these mother f**king streets is where I gots to live
F**k what you saying 'bout me
I'm sittin'on a couple G's and smoking weed
I'm free
Chorus:
I wanna be free
No more player hater
I gotta be free
I wanna be free
Gettin' tired of waitin'
I gotta be free
Verse 3:
[Willie D]
Nobody understands me but me
It used to bother me at first
But now my conscience is free
I ask the lord to give me strength
And bless the hood
And keep these fake motherf**kers out my life for good
Knock on wood
I'm still here through all these trials and tribulations
Tryin' to make it
Shit, a lot of niggas couldn't take it
My girls hate it
When I go to clubs and stay out late
She think I'm f**king around with hoes
Gimme a break
Get off my case
Can I be committed to you
And ride 'round without feelin' tied down
Damn girl, I catch enough hell on the streets
When I come home
I want some tender lovin' and peace
No one can take your place, you my ace
I dig your jealously boo
But sometimes I need my space
I keep you laced
Like you won the lottery see
But God damn I gotta be free
Chorus:(2x)
I wanna be free
No more player hater
I gotta be free
I wanna be free
Gettin' tired of waitin'
IF YOU MOVE I'LL FALL I'M LEANING ON YOU YOU
MADE ME YOU MADE ME
WE WAS LIVING ON COLD FACTS COPS SAT IN OLD LACS
COULDN'T GET ALONG WITH T. JONES SO HE ROLLED
JACK I WAS ON PROZAC BEFORE I WAS TWELVE SPENT
MY SENIOR YEAR IN HIGH SCHOOL SITTING IN JAIL
TO NO AVAIL I WAS SCREAMING OUT AND NOBODY
HEARD MESSED AROUND AND GOT SHOT BUT IT DIDN'T
DETER ME THINK I WAS 14 SO MY BOY WAS ONE TRAY
CUT MY HAIR ONE DAY LEFT MY CRIB AND GOT SPRAYED
AND EXPIRED RIGHT AWAY NOTHIN TO SAY SAID CHAPTER
AROUND HERE EITHER WE GET KILLED OR WE GET CAPTURED
SISTER GIRL I AINT KNOW WHAT YOU WAS DEALING WITH
POINTED MY FINGER AND YOU AND I'M FEELING LIKE AN
IDIOT BUT I'M WISER NOW AND I SEEN THE WORLD IT'S
MESSED UP HOW THEY TREAT US GHETTO BOYS AND GIRLS
THE DOCTOR TRIED TO RECESSITATE BUT IT WAS TOO LATE
I GOT A DAUGHTER NAMED KAIN AND A SON NAMED BLANK
AND THEY BE ASKIN BOUT YOU ALL THE TIME I TRY TO
BE A BETTER MAN SOMETIMES I FALL BEHIND SO IF YOU
FEEL SOME EXTRA WEIGHT ON YOU DON'T BE ALARMED DON'T
MOVE DON'T FLEE THAT'S ME LEANING ON YOU
IF YOU MOVE I'LL FALL I'M LEANING ON YOU YOU MADE ME
YOU MADE ME
YALL WONDER WHY I ACT CRAZY LIFE DON'T PHASE ME FOR ME
TO STILL BE ABOVE GROUND IT'S JUST AMAZING WASN'T AWARE
BEING DIFFERENT GAVE ME INTANGIBLE WEALTH THAT'S WHY I
TOOK A GUN AND TRIED TO KILL MYSELF MY FOLKS GOT THE
BLAME OF COURSE I USED TO ASK WHY DID GOD MAKE MY
BROTHER SO TALL AND ME A DWARF THIS AINT NO POOR
LITTLE ME SONG THAT'S SO PHONY I GOT A GOOD LIFE I'M
JUST SHARIN MY TESTIMONY BUT COULD YOU IMAGINE BEING ME
FOR 1 HOUR 1 DAY 1 WEEK 1 MONTH 1 YEAR GET OUT OF HERE
YOU'D NEVER MAKE IT LIFE'S NOT FAIR WHERE EVER YOU GO
PEOPLE POINT PEOPLE LAUGH PEOPLE STARE THEY DON'T CARE
SO I DON'T CARE MOST OF THE DAY I FEEL AWKWARD BUT BELIEVE
I'M GOING TO HELL IF I DON'T PRAY AS I LAY ON THAT HOSPITAL
GURNEY FIGHTIN FOR MY LIFE I FELT THE DEMONS TOUCH MY BODY
AND I SAW THE LIGHT THAT WAS YOU I KNOW IT WAS YOU CAUSE
ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD FROM MY FAMILY COULDN'T PULL ME
THROUGH LORD WHEN IT GETS REALLY ROUGH YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE
THAT'S STRONG ENOUGH TO HOLD ME UP
IF YOU MOVE I'LL FALL I'M LEANING ON YOU YOU MADE ME YOU
She don't wanna be with me no more
Ain't her fault, she just tired of this dumb shit that she don't know
Whether to throw in the towel or if he gon' grow
And if he do, where is he gon' go?
Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried
When he told me that his girl just died
Right out of the blue, breast cancer, wasn't nothin' to do
Now I'm sittin' here and thinkin' of you
Tryin' to come to amends, 'cause really I done wanted you in
You the only one I trust as a friend
I know I'm on my last leg limpin' with this bullshit written
But I still gotta bring it to light
Spent half of a lifetime missin' 'cause I would not listen
Confused about my wrong and my rights
They tellin' me that time heals wounds though
This wound gon' need some stitches, I got testimony for niggaz
You doin' what you do but when the shoe gets flipped
Standin' on the other foot got your boots and shit
When you back up and analyze, fix shit and finalize
Before you leave the shit alone just try
Maybe there's somethin' you can do to rectify what's did
And plus you gotta think of the kids
That's kinda just the way life is, you either gotta live or you die
At least that I can say that I tried
'Cause I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up, but I tried
Faster than a crack head, can pawn yo' shit
Willie D'll put a foot in you bitch
I sold dope, robbed folks, had to make ends meet
Since 5th grade, I been up in these streets, tryin' to get it
Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers
I used to think she didn't love us
'Cause she beat us so much plus she came home drunk
But every now and then she'd knock on wood, and say
"I tried to do the best that I could," and I believe her
'Cause she was treated evil out the box
You can't get what you ain't got
My Momma I was young, hittin' licks, started helpin' you out
'Bout the closest that you came to a man of the house
I was talkin' back, walkin' through the do' gettin' smacked
You used to brag to your friends on how, well I rapped
We never really got along but when you took sick
I was at your side 'til you died, I wasn't the best son but I tried
I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up, and I tried
I've always been crook, never given up
But the past few years has been really rough
Felt like givin' up a couple of times
Take a jump or plant a slug deep, up in my mind
Fuck it, I'm dyin', done wit strugglin' for mine
Sleepin' on fans, knowin' there ain't no use to me lyin'
Change my name for anonymity's sake
But a four feet dwarf that be on television's hard to miss
I get pissed over little shit, little shit drive me crazy
Then I start thinkin' 'bout my babies
I can't go to jail, I can't die
Who better to teach 'em 'bout this cruel world than I?
Their Mommas won't let me see 'em, I still pay my support
'Cause once you give life, life is bigger than yours
Maybe I'm not all you expect me to be
But when it's done and said ultimately, "Daddy tried"
I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
Niggas, hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
Niggas, hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
Niggas, hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86
And 1987, I was swore into the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof ?
Car down crush portion and fresh paint
Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank
All of my niggas they had a truck load of dope
'Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat
It's 1993 new bounds are being broken
If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin'
'Cause if you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin'
'Cause if you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin'
'Cause I remember back when the nigga had green
Seen him at the pipes and now the nigga is just a dope fiend
Funny how a nigga, sold a key or two
Is down on his ass and all of a sudden he remember you
Everythings cool, I'm the niggas man
Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a nigga hand
But I just walked away and left his shit to hang
'Cause back in the game I had a motherfuckin' thang
And that's why I walk with my hands on my dick
A nigga say, "What up?", I look around and I say "This"
And I could give a fuck if the nigga gets pissed
'Cause if he wants a chunk, I'm a get up in his shit
Huh, like it ain't shit, yeah
I thought you knew
It ain't shit
{Incomprehensible}
Creepin' comin' up a yellow stonin'
Put my shit in park and drunk a St. Ises with my homey
Reminisced on fast times, past times and shit
Smokin' on some bud I came acroos my nigga Kick
I gave my boy some dap and asked him what's the haps
Chillin' with this girl and a gat across his laps
I knew he had some drama, I didn't even have to ask it
Now where were them bitches at it's time to kick some asses
He told what had happened and now I'm thinkin' FUCK
I'm callin' up south acres it's time to get 'em up
My motherfuckin' neighborhood is quick to get with static
Never showin' fear 'cause these niggas never had it
Everybody's trapped, quick to go to war
Quick to kill your ass and quick to jack your car
So if you see some shit then I suggest you punch it
'Cause what's about to happen, you may not be able to stomach
Killers killers killers steady smokin' fry
So nigga lay it down or die motherfuckers die
Fuckin' with my family, you dick is in the paint
So don't think that it's shit 'cause niggero it ain't
Shit to brake 'em off I'm brakin' 'em off with chunks
Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks
And drive-by shootin' ain't the motherfuckin' shit
'Cause niggas plot hits after motherfuckin' hits
Killin' you ass for kicks doin' shit for the murder
And since you want me to die you gots to die 'cause you deserve ta
Now here take this motherfuckin' slugs (bang)
'Cause fuckin' with the kid is the grounds of being drugged
Mister mister Face the hardest nigga being heard
'Cause all I have in this world is my balls and my word
I'm sick of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit
Until you face to face wiith Scarface you ain't done shit
I'm killin' off you mark ass niggas
With a slug from a glock motherfuckers
I'm a born killer, I really thought you knew bitch
[scarface]
Step out on my corner with my box of rocks
Drama covers my hood from blocks and blocks
See my homie that I hang with
Hit him up with the deuce thumb thang shit
Back then it came with the love and niggas wasnt trippin over scratch
Cause we took turns and we both stacked stacks
And if you had a customer you had him for life
Cause brad the true hustler granted you right
Cause if you gonna pack leaves then you got to get along
And he who disagrees then got to get him gone
Cause if you start to get paid the niggas wanna flex
And ain't no squabbling these days some niggas brought the tech
And when they find you they sending you to immortal ground
And ain't no coming back from that shit you going down
Now you history with the quickness cause you was
Fuckin up the business
Now what a way to end a friendship shouldve finished
Cause ain't no love for pause in this game
Nigga I'm relentless leaving your moms in the pain
If your ass had to get got then I got your ass
Rude boy mishandled the stock so I popped your ass
I'm so for doe that my mind flows in it for life
That I'm down to let my mind go get it tonight
No understanding when I'm hustling
Because in life all I understood was hustling cause I was struggling
Muscling anything in the way
Of me seeing first motherfuckin light of the day
Chorus: repeat 2x
My pockets ain't hurting thats for certain
You see a broke muthafucker it's a burden
I'm the first muthafucker on the block for the cheese
And I'm the last muthafucker to leave
[bushwick bill]
There was some niggas selling dope down the street I know
You make a left they on the right third white house from the liquor store
You can't miss it cause they be cappin
Pretty cars in the yard
Walkie talkies and security guards
Them muthafuckers had money out the ass and it was evident
By the way they dressed and flashed
Meanwhile I'm on the outside looking in
I got to get them mutha fuckers how can I win
Three a.m. coming from the club caught the pussies
Me and four niggas hiding in the bushes
Jumped out like the jumpout boys with them glocks and gauges
(whew) you should've saw them niggas faces
Bitches get butt naked is what I ordered
Open the door get on the floor they was slaughtered
(they was slaughtered)
Cause once inside we didn't need em
We knew where the scratch was located six months before we raided
And ain't feel nothing for their family
Cause in this life you take the bitter with the sweet or your gambling
Nigga I'm busting anything in the way
Of me seeing first muthafuckin light of the day
Chorus 2x
[willie d]
Now you can say what you want about my persona
But don't let me hear you or I'm gon' freak you out like madonna
Sneak up on put my gat to your stomach squeeze the trigga
So close them eyes cause youse a dead ass nigga
Motherfuckers say I'm wrong because I feel this way
But my environment taught me how to deal this way
And if I kill this way then thats the way I got to go
Cause everything you reap in life you got to sow
But I don't care about the paid down the road from a fool
I'm living for today but if tomorrow comes cool nigga
If you think you want to meddle with this
Bring your ass to the square and we can settle this shit
I'm going pop pop pop til your head start swelling
Pop pop pop till your ass start smelling
You cried when your grandma died that was real
But you ain't got to cry no more you going to see her
And newcomers get dealt with
Cause you cant get paid if you ain't part of my clique nigga
I'm bustin anything in the way
Of me seeing first muthafuckin light of the day
*Spoken*
DJ READY RED: Hey, yo D! What's up wit them cash registers and
shit?
WILLIE D: Oh, that's what the average ho see when she look at a
modern day man.
DJ READY RED: Ain't that the motherfuckin' truth!
WILLIE D: Yeah. And these old fickled minded assed niggas wonder
why a ho be with them one day and another goofy motherfucker the
next.
DJ READY RED: I think it's time you kicked some more of that shit!
WILLIE D: Yeaaah!
There seems to be a lot of mother fuckers blind to the fact
That a ho is gonna be just that
And this type of ignorance is the very
Reason why so many niggas in the goddamned cemetery
Intelligence is on call
You don't treat a ho like a queen who behaves lika a dog
Are you the type who wont put a ho in front of a trigger
Then you're a ho assed nigga
Goddamned hound
Pound for pound
You knew the ho when she was fucking the whole town
She fucked you and gave your buddies a blow
But your trick ass fell in love with the ho
Tried to change her make her be an angel
You keep putting your damn life in danger
Fronting niggas about that slutty ass trifling crow
You gotta let a ho be a ho
Here's something that I'd like to know (what?)
Why you take that ho, everywhere you go?
You walk around the club wit' the ho in front
Tryin' to keep up with that nasty assed cunt
You say you're captain, but yo' ship she's sinkin'
As soon as you turn your back, the ho is blinkin'
Winkin' her eye at another nigga
But you got her locked down, so you figure
Ho wears your jewelry every goddamned day,
But nigga, you just got the ho on display
Wouldn't let her be herself, cause you's a goddamned wimp
Now you know why hos date pimps
She's a rhinestone freak 5 days a week,
But you get mad when niggas pop on her ass
Goddamned slutty ho, the bars are loaded
Don't try to change her
You let the ho be a ho!
Shes a ho, (D how the fuck you know?)
Every time I see the ho she's with a new negro
Shes the type of ho that's bound
To wear shorts up her ass when your friends come around
Shes the kinda ho that'll make you cry
The kinda ho you have to call before you come by
So why do you wanna kill when she says no more
You ain't the first to be dumped by a goddamned whore
Crazy mother fuckers fighting over hos
Stealing for their asses and jumping out of windows
If a ho wants out I let her sinky ass go
Cos i'ma let a ho be a ho
*Spoken*
WILLIE D: Now do y'all follow me so muthafuckin' far?
GETO BOYS: Yeah!
AKSHEN: Hell yeah. I remember I was with this ho named Kim.
Let her use my car. Bitch went to go see another nigga. I damn
near killed that ho!
WILLIE D: I fucked that ho, man!
AKSHEN: You a mutafuckin' lie!
WILLIE D: I ain't bullshittin'! Didn't I, Bushwick and Red?
DJ READY RED: He went up in that bitch, man!
BUSHWICK BILL: On the for rilla, my nigga.
WILLIE D: Akshen, I'm telling you man...
I fucked that ho before you even knew her
Made her pussy go brrrrr when I stuck my dick to her
I knew she was a ho the first time I met her
So I got another ho and took them to the other level of the game
Got them high as a kite
And fucked both of those hoes that goddamned night
Then I sat back and relaxed
As they 69ed and ate each others cats
I dropped them off at home
God damn look at this shit my wallets gone
The hoes beat me but I left it alone
And used that shit as a stepping stone
I played it off the next time I saw the hoe
I just laughed and fucked her ass some more
She licked my ass and sucked my balls
And if I see her right now I can get some more
You gotta let a ho be a ho
*Spoken*
WILLIE D: Yeah, buddy. Willie D ain't gonna let none of these hos
get him down. I ain't cryin' or dyin' over none of you hos. I
ain't buyin' you no leather. I ain't buyin' you no suede, no
jewelery, no contacts, Lee Nails. I ain't buyin' you no hair, no
makeup, food, none of that good shit!
BUSHWICK BILL: Tell 'em D!
*Outro*
Department Chrone Master Speaking.
Yo ";D"; What's up?
Just chillin' man What's up?
Give 'em Geto Boys a ring.
Hold 'em down.
Geto Boys.
Ay.
What's up ";G";?
Yeah Man I've got Willie ";D"; on the other end.
What's up Will?
What's up man? What's up fellas?
Y'know.
Say fellas. I've been kicking a few lyrics in the back of my mind man
and I'm tired of motherfuckers disrespecting us because we're black owned
and won't sell out. So check this out. We need to get together and go to
that other level of the game and do it like a G.O.
Say no more, cuzz we're on the telephone.
We get them motherfuckers man.
I'm back like a rebel making trouble,
I'm an assassin,
Kickin' ass on the double,
No motherfucker alive is gonna stop me,
So fuck you and your god-damn posse.
It's time to step on some motherfuckin' toes,
[Naaah Dee],
Man fuck them hoes.
The East Coast ain't playin' our songs,
I want to know what the hell's goin' on,
Give me my card--radio sucker,
I'll kick your ass,
And take the motherfucker,
Everybody know New York is where it began,
So let the ego-shit end.
Black radio is being disowned,
Not by the other race--but its own,
A lot of bullshit records make hits,
Because the radio is all about politics,
Action is my identity,
Whoever you be,
[Don't don't don't FUCK WITH ME!],
My last go,
The radio struck me with a low blow,
Now I'm doin` it like a G.O.
Everybody's coming with guns,
Niggaz gettin' pimped by Columbians,
They put 'em on the streets like a bitch,
Nigga's slangin',
But the Puerto Rican gettin' rich,
I never sold the mess,
But if I did,
It would be,
For my goddamn self,
Can you adjust to the wholesale bust,
Bushwick tell these motherfuckers what's up.
When will you stupid motherfuckers learn,
In this game one way or another you get burned.
You end up behind bars,
Or lying on your back in a motherfuckin' morgue,
And your gal'l find another nigger,
'Cause the [unknown word] bitch ain't nothin' but a gold digger,
I'll fuck her but my money is a ";no-no!";,
[Why?],
I'm a hoe so I do it like a G.O.
Fucked up politics,
Those tie wearin' bitches,
can suck my dick,
They try to ban my style of teaching,
But freedom of speech,
allow me to keep speaking to the people,
about shit like racism,
It's deep into the heart of the school system,
Whites get more funds from the state,
And this is why minorities learn so late,
Some of us make it to college,
And take a test to the highest degree,
With limited knowledge,
Most of us won't pass the bitch,
And those whiten ass motherfuckers know this,
I'm not Malcolm X or Farrakhan,
After this one,
I guess I'll have to pack a gun,
So if you want to fuck with this brother,
You better be ready motherfucker,
Or you gonna have to G.O.
Willie D is not a bigot and he won't be,
I just educate minds to reality,
This ain't no mutherfuckin back to Africa,
try to pull that shit,
We'll have a massacre,
Our sisters were killed at will,
Bought and sold like a used automobile,
We forced a back to exist,
Now we're killing one another,
Ain't that a bitch.
Ready Red comin' at ya,
Holding my ground like a motherfuckin' statue,
You take nothin' from me so stop trippin',
Unless you want to take a mutherfuckin ass whippin',
Bitch,
Motherfuck the KKK,
Wearing dresses and shit,
What the fuck is they gay,
A color blind society will never be,
Unless we agree,
[harmony],
to do it like a G.O.
Rap-a-Lot.
Hey J this is the president of White-owned records. We see you still
survivin' but we want to ask you to keep your boys quiet. If you don't we
will. Or here's another alternative. We take 95% of your company and you
take five and we'll make you famous within ten years. It would take you a
lifetime by yourself because you know your people don't stick together. What
you say about that boy?
Man Fuck you.
I would advise you not to talk to me like that boy! Just who the hell you
think you are anyway?
I'm a livin' motherfuckin G. I ain't to be fucked with.
If you want to go to war. I take you to war.
(scarface talkin')
(scarface & willie d)
I got a partner who been gone but we [? ? ]
And I ain't seen him since he's been gone imagine that
A young nigga in the hood I grew up in
Fightin a battle in the system that no one wins
And all these niggas go for bad when they lose friends
Gettin impossible to top all the loosed ends
My homeboy lost his sista in a carry
He's still alive but through her eyes he done saw her death
And when he came he was violent
And when he left she was silent (silent)
No other way left to describin
You tellin niggas keep they heads up you fool you
When they killin niggas like they used to
And ain't no muthafuckin body fightin back
Pretty soon they gon be hangin blacks (why? )
Cause niggas won't react we're takin eye 4 an eye
And a tomb for tomb do them bitches like they do us
Cockin back and shoot
(chorus #1)
Lockin low standin at the end of the road
Glocks explode you muthafuckas reap what you sow
Lock the doors ain't nobody leavin alive
At the end of the line we gotta die
(chorus2)
That's why we're takin eye 4 an eye
And a tomb for tomb
Do them bitches like they do us
Cockin back and shoot
Lockin low standin at the end of the road
Rob and blew
You ride 4 me I ride 4 you
(verse 2)
And when you pop them muthafuckas
You pop them bitches till they stop bleed
I'm coming through and my glock leaps
And they stop breathin
You tell his muthafuckin mama:'stop grievin'
Cause we're not leavin
Until she know how to feels to lose a loved one
Muthafuck' a redneck race
(fuck that nigga let's slug one nigga)
Tied the bitch by his ankles to the back of a truck
Rag his ass till his body parts whip to fuck up
(chorus #1)
(verse 3)
That's why I'm keepin my peace of mind
Poverty destruction to be destroy
Everything that they'd touches
Leavin niggas on crunches
And the whole neighborhood in pain
We bow our heads and continue to pray
(chorus #1 + #2)
(verse 4)
You disrespect our community when you come around
[? ? ] of black ministers to calm us down
Bitch fuck peace and the police
Until the bullshit cease it's a war in the belly of the beast
A neck-turner-learner
I keep my finger on the fuckin trigga
I ain't scared like these other niggas
Black life bein lost to you cannibal types
While you're fightin over animal rights
You cannibal wives
And cavitate 'em like they did do
And let em wroughtin the woods
Leave em sittin over burnt food
It's cold blooded
Cause we can't get a fair shot
We did in 20 years for dime rocks
Three strikes and shit for niggas and the rod doles
Not for the crack it's all for [? ? ] and I hope (I hope)
But painfully we're all overcomin
But ain't no muthafuckin singin
You want drama we can bring it
(willie d)
Look i'ma say this shit one time and one time only
We ain't against all white people
But we are against all white people that's against us
Fuck all you muthafuckas!!
(verse 5 & chorus #1 + #2)
Fuck the jail cells
Fuck the [? maniac ass dogs? ]
Fuck the chewing tobacco
Fuck the confederate flag
And fuck your militias
Your shotguns in the back of your pickups!
You cow-herdin, sheep-fuckin, horseback-ridin
Berefoot-walkin, tractor-drivin, trailer-parkin
Cousin-fuckin, nigga-jew-hatin
Redneck racist (you muthafucka!!)
You muthafuckas are unbelievable
Y'all talkin all that shit about go back to africa
You were'nt talkin all that shit when we was out there in them fields sweatin
Pickin that cotton for y'all muthafuckin asses
Re-feel this muthafucka
We deserve just as much if not more
Prosperity then you hoes do
Angry white men
Who the fuck you angry with
You should be angry with your muthafuckin self
Because we don't own corporate america
Y'all do
Corporated america is 70 % white male anglo saxon
Y'all run the muthafuckin
Y'all took the job lower these
You wanna be bad at somebody
Be mad at your goddamned self
But if you wanna get it on we can get it on muthafucka
Till the break of dawn you understand what I'm sayin
You wanna race war
We got it
Intro:
[willie d of geto boys]
Still going
Yeah, here we go again
We bout to roll on some motherfuckers
G.b. rap-a-lot mafia
Recognize the mob nigga
All our motherfuckin' enemies goin dead together
No exception, absolutely none
Everybody dies, everybody
Verse 1:
[willie d]
You ain't followin' the leader
Less you follow with me
It's willie d, motherfucker
Eternally to say,
That I'm a loud-mouth nigga with an attitude
Intimidation, fuckin' with a man
Never seen a badder dude
I'm rather lude
My condom sucked
But I don't give a fuck
Now nigga, nigga what
Opposition so frightend that they vrim a shadow
Hot sluts in the muggship creep without a paddle
I'm ready willin', and able to pull a bullet in your navel
If you got beef bring it to the table
I'm unstabile, look in my eyes
It's showin' death
Fuck right, I go on livin'
Wanna see a mil, before I'm killed
Get a house on the hills if it's god's will
Why niggas gotta cry an o.g
Better motherfuckers die before me
Bye, bye
There's a better place for gangbangers
I take you there
I like the motherfuckin' stablesingers
My itchy finger says fuck it and I squeeze the trigger
Watchin' I be the one to splat this ho-ass nigga
I ain't feelin'
Chorus:
[yukmouth of the luniz]
In thugs we trust
Thugs-r-us
Nigga hit 'em up
Get 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
5th ward die for us
Ride for us
Killa cali die for us
In thugs we trust
Thugs-r-us
Nigga hit 'em up
Get 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
Cleveland die for us
Ride for us
Street port die for us
Verse 2:
[yukmouth]
Ride for us, die for us
With a .45 like drive and bust
Hide and duck, fuck him up
Live and stuffed
When the blinds is up
I'm on some mo'
Grindin' though, switch it up
Bust, we makin' that shit from one way 5 and up
Time's up, playin' life with us
Your wife get fucked and bucked, pay the price for us
An other one bites the dust
Feds don't frighten us
Niggas doin' life for us
Fuckin' die in us
So the cops lyin' us
We us use the bottom white stuff from the colombians
Now the cia's supplyin' us
The fbi is eyein' us
Peruvian flake
We buy it up
When the droubt hit
We highin' up
The prices in life is this nicest
On my rolex, turkey like dicess
Cv devices, slide in a white six with like tits
Spit that mafia life shit
The crimeboss let nines off
You niggas better be tearin' mines off
Motherfucker ask willie d
And scarface
How that nigga yuk, buck 'em up
Leave 'em in they car laced
With bullet fragments all in they body
Caught him the trafic
That nigga plastic
Be fuckin' fagets
Chorus:
[yukmouth]
In thugs we trust
Thugs-r-us
Nigga hit 'em up
Get 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
Chi-town die for us
Ride for us
D.c. die for us
In thugs we trust
Thugs-r-us
Nigga hit 'em up
Get 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
New orleans die for us
Ride for us
Detroit die for us
Verse 3:
[dmg of facemob]
I got a chest full of drama
Ruff rider, nigga
Back off 'for I bomb ya
Alarm ya
Black knight in shinin' armor
Fuck y'all niggas
We rollin' like the car stolen
Wide open, hoo-bangin'
2 things are on blastin'
Traffic thick as a basket pop
I don't blast this
Fully automatic
All up in ya
Still I continue
To serve niggas on the menu
Feel up to vin you
Geto boys sellin' it down
Ain't real without a doubt
You burn it out
Movin' you niggas
Provin' you niggas
I ruin you niggas
I'm cruisin you niggas
Doin' you niggas, don't do niggas
Who is you niggas
Uh, they rifles
Live bowl, take yo ass bush with 9 holes
Side holes get switched these
Bitch please
It's g.b. from the wound till the tomb
Eternally you see
Chorus:
[yukmouth]
In thugs we trust
Thugs-r-us
Nigga hit 'em up
Get 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
Texas die for us
Ride for us
Minnesota die for us
In thugs we trust
Thugs-r-us
Nigga get 'em up
Hit 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
Ghetto mob die for us
Ride for us
St. louis die for us
Verse 4:
[caine of menace clan]
The sun rises in the east
And sets in the west
But I'm down with that south,
With an s on my chest
It's that loced down key cocaine
To bring the pain
>from that menace to society
Better known as caine
It's that motherfuckin' thug shit
I'm bustin' slugs shit
Young and schoolboy
I'm becomin' a drug dealer
In the streets of that west
I wouldn't settle for less
Until I got my hands on that smiff and that wes
Niggas try to swollow me
It's all about survival, g
Fuck these bitch niggas
It's off some trouble, g
I blow 'em in the wind
And then I sell again
I pack a 9 milli
Cause that's my best friend
Niggas, I done told ya
Blow 'em up like dohja
Your momma couldn't keep ya
So I ain't tryin' to hold ya
I'm a motherfuckin' menace
Give me a life sentence
Picture it ain't over
Untill the nigga finish
With that motherfuckin' thug shit
Bustin' slugs shit
I'm straight from the west
Home of that crip and blood shit
Where niggas die at day
Niggas die at night
Niggas die whenever
It seems the time is right
[foul mouthed girl yelling at Bill on the phone]
[Bushwick Bill]
You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear
Gotta start with the right material, to generate a useful idea
In other words, you can't turn a ho into a housewife
Try it, the bitch'll make you sock her in her mouth twice
It started out beautiful, but you was playin possum
To me, you was just a fuck, but our relationship blossomed
Got attached to your kids, I loved 'em like my own
Referred to your daughter as my daughter, your son as my son
Called you my wife, even if it was common law
Never saw a better creature in my life,
How could the one who stole my heart, make me reach for my knife
(Why you reachin for your knife?) Cause I'ma stab that bitch
(What if they take your freedom Bill?) They can have that shit
Now she wanna be friends - ain't that a bitch?
Fuck you bitch, I hate you bitch!
I wouldn't care if you burned in a fire
Crashed in a plane or got hit by a motherfuckin train
You make my life a livin hell, the sun's out but it's dark
You're the devil, all you need is a pitchfork
I'm too short to take shorts
I'm havin seconds thoughts, the ride's too scary, I gotta get off
I wish I never met you ho
I wanna hang you from a fuckin cliff and let go, you dirty bitch
[Chorus 2X: Bushwick Bill]
Why you wanna bring me down
Why you wanna bring me down, you dirty bitch
[Bushwick Bill]
I once believed that I could save you, emotion was squandered
Now go back to that fuckin rock you crawled from under
I did more fo' yo' kids, than they sorry-ass biological father ever had
That's why they called me dad
Your own momma used to tell me not to fuck wit'cha ass
I messed around and got you pregnant, now I'm stuck wit'cha ass
I gave you everything I had, didn't have to be forced
Why the fuck you wanna take a nigga to court? You dirty bitch
Tell me this, who paid the medical expense
When your kids was sick, suck dick you fuckin whore
Burned my car and my clothes, like you were Angela Bassett
I left town, you moved out, all you left was the mattress
Now I'm hearin that you had another man all the while
When I see you I'ma beat your ass, so go 'head and file
I can tell by your tone you think it's funny bitch
Where the fuck is my money bitch? You ain't runnin shit
I'll hook you up like your kidneys failed
You think I give a fuck about sittin in jail?
You think I don't know the ghetto streets are bumpy?
And you're the reason why them niggaz tried to jump me?
At first I was cool with the split
But you keep, callin my new bitch, bein messy and shit
You can't stand to see me happy, with or without you
Had to rain on my parade, it was all a charade
You triflin slut, ain't worth a cigarette butt
I shoulda left you where I found you, waitin on a bus
Wanna drag you to a field and chop you up to the bone
You ain't worth the fuckin ground I walk on, you dirty bitch
[Chorus] - 2X
[girl on the phone mouths off 'til Bushwick breaks in]
[Bushwick Bill]
Ahh! someone call the police
Yeah, take this bitch, uh-huh, yeah motherfucker yeah
Yeah, yeah you fuckin, yeah bitch!
It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman
Fully automatic M 11 in the handbag
The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad
Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag
Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe
Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though
It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes
A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools
Ski mask you come up to where you lay at
Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at
The nerve of you niggaz, believin' I'ma play games
You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names
You pussy, 'cuz you a black Jew
Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you
And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is
Hide behind that motherfuckin' desk but when the truth's here
It's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens
Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan
I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say
Fuck what video do, but this is all day
Hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like
'Cuz you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike
I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is
I was bred born and raised in this true shit
Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor
And then they finally come to grips that this can happen
To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this
Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish
A declaration of a war and it's a warnin'
Follow the leader but be aware your opponent
Is in the window got guerrillas where you rest at
And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that
Aight, let's get serious
Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, period
If you ain't feelin' me you know how it goes
Jump bitch, I can't wait to kill one of you hoes
It's on if you got beef
You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete
Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha
If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha
While your label only behind you greasin' his dick
Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin' and shit
J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks
The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked
Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes
Don't think you know me 'cuz you know the hook to "Bald head Hoe"
I light you up with a sawed off and stab yo' ass
In the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth
Aight nigga, stab him in the leg in the chest
In the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off
Give me a motherfuckin' handy shotty
And a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody
Bust him in the ass 'til he's still
I'm Chuck wick bitch, your Achilles heel
A short nigga quick to give a tall ass whoopin'
Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn
Lookin' to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy
Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy
Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya
Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya
Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor
And then they finally come to grips that this can happen
To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this
Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish
A declaration of a war and it's a warnin'
Follow the leader but be aware your opponent
Is in the window got guerillas where you rest at
Artist: Geto Boys
Album: The Foundation
Title: G Code
Motherfuckers just, follow a nigga around dude
That's real
Some shit though, fuck these feds
{?} nigga, racist motherfuckers, man!
[Scarface]
I don't wanna - run no more, but I know that if I stop
I'll be another nigga headed to heaven, hangin with 'Pac
These motherfuckers look at me like I'm a slanger
Makin threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger
Who do you call when these agents want you dead
and they hit these penetentiaries and niggaz make a pledge
So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments
Caught up on the phone, talkin prices (hello)
25-to-life's the mandatory minimal
My whole community gets treated like they criminals
Why are them bitches gettin motherfuckers hung
Got a C.I. on the inside and everybody's sung
Mothers and fathers seperated from they sons
Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue
If it's yours, say it's yours, take the case, do your time
When you was out here gettin money from it e'rything was fine
Now you cryin in your jail cell, stressin on the case
And the D.A. is at a nigga every single day
I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul
You in question of your manhood homey - keep it cold
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood
[Scarface]
See I be on some street shit, don't talk to police
I won't accept a visit from agents who wanna see
if I got shit to say about a nigga case
I'm a motherfuckin nigga through and through, I ain't gay
Know a nigga caught a case and he took his 25
Sat it out on a pill, and gave him back that time
A soldier in his mind and his actions said the same
Told a cracker tell your mammy suck his dick and {?} James
Ain't no motherfuckin game, we been livin this for real
When the government is workin, real niggaz never squeal
Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse
Yeah you rappin but the homey Lil Pots can't get out
Niggaz they hit the pen, they get charged, then get out
On a rule, 35, he a bought it for the cops
You can hear it in his voice, I done listened to the tapes
Now you showin up in court, testifyin for the state
[Chorus]
[Scarface]
I'm knowin all the scams, all the tricks to the trade
Know a nigga tryin to get clean, and you get in the way
Know a nigga tryin to get green, and you stick out the bait
Cause a nigga like a dopefiend, can't rehabilitate
Still stickin to the G Code, we playin by the rules
We don't fuck around with new niggaz, cause new niggaz is fools
We don't photograph the homies, that'll catch a nigga up
On a picture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked
Only connect the real, stayin down with the true
I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook
My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few
But there's a thousand motherfuckers in the pen bulletproof
So this one here for you, I'm a rep it 'til I die
Fuck a 5-K-1, check his P-S-I
Send his ass to the top if he say he sit at home
He a motherfuckin snitch, snitchin niggaz need this song
Damn it feels good to be a gangster
A real gangster ass nigger plays his cards right
A real gangster ass nigger never runs his fucking mouth
Cause real gangster ass niggers dont start fights
And niggers always got a high kep
Showing all his boys how we shot him
But real gangster ass niggers dont flex nuts
Cause real gangster ass niggers know they got them
And everything's cool in the mind of a gangster
Cause gangster ass niggers think deep
Up 3-65 a yo 24-7
Cause real gangster ass niggers dont sleep
And all I gotta say to you
Wanna be, gonna be, cock-sucking, pussy-eating, pranksters
Is when the fire dies down
what the fuck you going to do?
Damn it feels good to be a gangster
Damn it feels good to be a gangster
Feeding the poor and helping out with their bills
Although I was born in Jamaica
Now I'm in the us making deals
Damn it feels good to be a gangster
I mean one that you dont really know
Riding around town in a drop-top benz
Hitting switches in my black 6-4
Now gangster ass niggers come in all shapes and colors
Some got killed in the past
But this gangster here was a smart one
Started living for the Lord and I last
Now all I gotta say to you
Wanna be, gonna be, pussy-eating , cock-sucking pranksters
When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangster
Damn it feels good to be a gangster
A real gangster ass nigger knows the play
The real gangster ass niggers get the fliest of the bitches
Ask that gangster ass nigger, Little Shea
Bitches look at gangster ass niggers like a stop-sign
And play the role of little Ms. Sweet
But catch the bitch all alone, get the digits, take her out
And end up hitting her ass with the meat
Casue gangster ass niggers be the game players
And everything's quiet in the clique
A gangster ass nigger pulls the trigger
And his partners in the posse aint telling off shit
Real gangster ass niggers dont talk much
All you hear is the black from the gun blast
And real gangster ass niggers dont run for shit
Because real gangster ass niggers cant run fast
Now when you and the foo are talking shit, you the shit
Hit the panel and let the mother fucker shank ya
But niggers like myself cant kick back and keep game
Damn it feels good to be a gangster
Now a word from the president:
Damn it feels good to be a gangster
Getting voted into the White House
Everything looking good to the people of the world
But the mafia family is my boss
So every now and then I owe a favor getting there
Like letting a big drug shipment through
And send them to the poor community
So we can bust you know who
So voters of the world keep supporting me
And I promise to take you fair and fua
Other niggers better not upset me
Or I'll send them in troops to die at war
So all you republicans that helped me to win
I'd sincerely like to thank you
Cause now I got the world swinging from my nuts
Damn it feels good to be a gangster.
*phone rings*
[hello, could I speak with, bushwick bill? ]
Hello, this is bushwick, motherfucking bill
[yes sir, I'm calling to inform you that you have been drafted
Into
The united states military]
The unites states wants me for what? hahahaha
[excuse me sir]
Hahaha
[bushwick? ]
Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey what's up?
[you need to contact your nearest recruiting office immeadiatly
Please]
I see your not hip to what's happenin'
I don't give a fuck about you and all that bullshit you stressin'
Fuck a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this:
(bushwick bill)
Motherfuck a war, that's how I feel
Sendin' a nigga to a dentist to get killed
Cause two suckas can't agree on something
A thousand motherfuckers died for nothing
You can't pay me to join an army camp
Or any other motherfuckin' military branch
Of this united goddman states of this bitch america
Be a soldier, what for?
They puttin' niggas on the front line
But when it comes to gettin' ahead, they put us way behind
I ain't gettin' my leg shot off
While bush old ass on t.v. playin' golf
But when you come to my house with that draft shit
I'ma shoot your funky ass bitch
A nigga'll die for a broil
But I ain't fightin' behind no gaddamn oil
Against motherfuckas I don't know
Yo bush! I ain't your damn hoe
The enemy is right here g, them foreigners never did shit me
All of those wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when your dead? tell uncle sam I said
Chorus x2 (willie d)
I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
[fuck fuck fuck a war]
(bushwick bill)
In vietnam a lot of niggas died young
P.o.w.'s got hung
What the fuck do I know about a grenade
All I know is the (? ? ? ? ) in my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more casualties show up
This shit remind me of a drive-by
More motherfuckers die by accident than on purpose, why?
Cause they don't know what they doin'
They see if the coast is clear and they start persuin'
And that's when that booby trap springs, boom!
Blow a motherfucker to smithereens
They send a sucker to your folks, lookin' stupid
Tellin' them you died in the line of duty
Or your ass is missing in action bro
Tryin' to be a damn hero
They bring your folks that duffle bag
The only shit they wanna see is that doggy tag
Hopin' that the worryin' will cease
And your ass will be home in one damn piece
But my mom ain't gotta worry about that there
Cause I ain't dyin' in the middle of nowhere
Another statistic, a body in a drawer
Man! mother fuck a war!
Chorus x2
Your lucky that I ain't the president
Cause I'll push the fuckin' button and get it over wit
Fuck all that waitin' and procrastinatin'
And all that goddamn negotiatin'
Flyin' back and fourth overseas
And havin' lunch and brunch with the motherfuckin' enemy
I'll aim one missle at iraq
And blow that little piece of shit off the map
Yeah, I wouldn't give a fuck (? ? ? ? )
Cause I'm tired of payin' these high ass gas prices
Only the rich benefit, it'll be a cold day in hell before I enlist
To eat shit out a can like a worm
And everyday wear the same damn uniform
(? ? ? ? ) breakin' on my funky ass feet
Skin crawlin' cause I ain't took baths in weeks
Not knowin' if I'm comin' home or not
And if I do, I'll probably be shell shocked
I couldn't get a job just a free burial
You know how uncle sam treat it's veterans
Absolutely no respect
Get a plate in your head, lose a leg, you might get a check
Or a gaddamn star, you can have that shit
Mother fuck a war!
Verse one: bushwick bill
I told you size wasn't shit
That's why I murdered your neices
Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
Don't let 'em run
Hurry up and catch 'em
You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
Play pussy, get fucked
Means you're better off dead
I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head
Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick
Dead heads and frog legs
Mmm... cake mix!
Friday the 13th
The night of the living dead
? ? ? ? ? ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head
If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky
All bodies found dead
Fuck it, blame it on chuckie
But this is child's play... motherfucka!!!
Verse 2:
Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!
Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!
When I murder, I tried to slack off
Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off
My name is chuckie, some say I'm insane
You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!
Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack
And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!
A murder contest,
You know I'll win it
Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it
I'm gettin hungry
I need to be fed
I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!
Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!
Half my body is chuckie
The other half is bushwick
A short nigga
Always pumpin' some lead
Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead
What up
Get up
Sit up
You get lit up
A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up
A 9, a uzi is my only utensils
Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils
You have the nerve to try to go against chuck?
With fifty guns aimed at you
How the fuck you gonna duck?
When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay
The graveyards are packed
But it ain't nothin' but child's play
Verse 3:
You'd better murder me
Put me to rest
Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin
With my head in a bird's chest
Pissed off,
The way I'm always soundin'
Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im
Some say I'm crazy
Some say I'm on crack
Before I die
Cut off my leg and let me die in iraq
A born loooser
Some say I'm mindless
If I get pissed off
You leave naked and spineless
Worse than charles manson
Never havin' a equal
Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people
When I woke up they had me chained to the floor
When they told me what I did I killed 300 more
You wanna rumble?
Then go get your war hat
I went to jail for assault with a carjack
I might be small
But my nuts are big
The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids
Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act
And if they ain't actin' right
They dyin' tonight!
So, uh
Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em
";Killa you're face to face with Scarface";-Scarface
G to the E to the T.O.
Scarface:
Now here it comes (boom) motherfuckers die hard till the end
Mr. Scarface not your ordinary dope man
On the for reala my nigga I'm a born killa
Let my nuts hangin' out give a FUCK if ya bigger
Cause I'm that nigga who gets ass rollin' ten deep
And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet
Creep by creep cause I'm in this shit deep
Never ever caught slippinn' bitch cause I don't sleep
And if I sleep the kid gets beat and that's bullshit
Cause I'm still a lunatic
Body snatcher peter roll capture
Killer comin' at cha niggero subtracter
Small time dope game plenty heart though
Good girl go bad I'm high off a motherfucker!
I read my diary mind play tricks
And travelled the world with a nigga named Bushwick
Lost a memeber back in December
Nigga gets respect from Boston to Denver
Compton, Jersey, Philly, Brooklyn, Oakland, Dallas, Houston look man
It ain't a god damn thing being took
From the bad boys of Houston so go ahead and dial a crook
And watch some niggas spit the game cool
Ran back and brace yourself nigga cause here it comes fool
Hook:
";Here it comes fool";
";P.E.T.E.R.M.A.N. aint' no hoe ass motherfuckers";
Big Mike:
Bang bang bang motherfuckers lay it down
Prat tat tat the peterman is in the house and I'm about to spray it down
Lettin' niggas hand fit my gat I gots to grab it
Smokin' motherfuckers is a habit
I'm on a mission opposion get tore up from the floor up
Kickin' the type of gangsta shit that make ya throw up
G plus E plus T plus O
Geto Boys run shit in '93 but you don't here me do'
Huh brakin' niggas off who bother to
Fuck around with techs thinkin' we ain't nothin' but barber cute
So fool get your ass on
Before the peterman in the house gettin' his blast on
Sendin' niggas smooth to the concrete
Makin' mo motherfuckin' deal then a swap meet
The C.O.N.V.I.C.T.S. is hittin' niggas where it hurt
Kickin' up dirt down in Texas so here it comes fool
Hook
";Any motherfucker wanna get with Bushwick, bring it on motherfucker";
Bushwick Bill:
Well what do you know it's that nigga named Bushwick
Back again still droppin' the B's on a punk bitch
Kickin' that G shit ever so clear
5th Ward steady comin' hard every fuckin' year
I went from coppin' the cash a couple of months ago
But niggas call me crazy cause I'm known to smoke a hoe
Smoke a hoe smoke a hoe smoke two smoke a few
Got my motherfuckin' crew now what you wanna do?
B.U.S.H.W.I.C.K. blowin' niggas away
Doin' this type of shit every motherfuckin' day
Never waste another niggas time
Got my nine gettin' paid kickin' these motherfuckin' dope rhymes
So if it comes down to it I might gat cha
Dead in that motherfuckin' dump give that ass a fracture
Cause I ain't that nigga you wanna fuck with
Bushwick Bill the nigga named Chuckwick
So here it comes fool
I'm gonna fix this shit in '96
Facemob in the motherfuckin' house, the g b
For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin'
Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck? !
Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up
Put him outside his innerself
Took his lifeline from him
Never got the chance to see who done it
Just niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit
Befoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix
And all I seen was him, laid out chokin'
Eyes to the back of his head, wide open
And I'm hopin' that they don't find the killer
Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers
But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed
As they gaze at the corpse
Before they drop him in the grave [get paid]
That's all he spoke, lights out at your part
That's all she wrote
Everybody got a time and a place they die
But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, i
(chorus) x2
Hold it down, gang type mobbin'
4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try
If life was a game, that money could buy
The rich niggas would live
And the po' niggas would die
Way down in the south, deep, on the creep
There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (? ? ) feet
Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt
Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt
What it look like?
On the south side ti be hoppin'
Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin'
I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail?
Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale
But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her?
4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all
Meanwhile, i'ma tell y'all all just what I hate
A fool that want to pop lip
To turn and shake and gyrate, as i
Chorus
Up in the set you see me robbin'
Sippin' on the hennessey
Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy
Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep
Slowly, they movin' closer so I taps my peeps
I'm 'bout to take this hoe down like a frisco
But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls
I test those who ain't never seen me jump
Light they ass up like funk cause I ain't scared of you punk
Motherfuckas that think, I'll pull this trigga and blink
Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank
Understand, I'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin'
Cause up in this game (? ? ? ? ? ) aim and you forgotten
I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors
And I catch those tryin to escape
Where they goin? up out the back door
And I'm at your head, wit a .38
Ready to murder, straight through your chest
Wit no time to waste, i
Chorus x2
Look at him, bleedin from the mob
There goes another nigga, gone
Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home
Niggas can't get along, specially at the clubs
Tryin to fuck these same bitches
Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts
I just look as I drink my drink and I (? ? ? ? ? )
All of a sudden (? ? ? ? )
Goddamn there they go wit all that shit
Shankin and shootin and squabblin
But you know I'm holdin it down
Gang type mobbin
I'm havin bad luck willie
Feelin like I lost my dog
Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone
Ain't no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today
Spray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way
I'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and
Hearin that you holdin what we did
Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end
Come again come come niggas get toasted
Oven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup
And leave em turned up
Is this that motherfuckin p a y
Back city and it's shitty but for show they timed it
You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe
You see it and start runnin but can't run all night
Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit
Ass naked for that motherfuckin shit you did
[its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize
What you (? ? ? ? )]
And i'm
Chorus x2
The rich niggas will live
The poor niggas will die
So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich
Intro:
Boys and girls
Scarface:
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7 0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him a pint
Tippin' to the southside runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch protection' his snap
Use to always tell a nigga keep your mind on paper
Bitches in your head you keep your eyes on paper
Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch
You kill a motherfucker you kill him for that
You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up
Old man spittin' game so I sucked it up
Old enough to do my own thang got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie Short Dawg that slided me a track
Went to Mase's Pawn Shop and got me a gat
Didn't know this crack shit I got my uncle to cook
With my eyes on my paper I just fubbled and looked
Impatiently waitin' for the pot to boil
Man I can't wait to see your rock from ?
Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight
Time for me to bring Brad Jordan to life
Sat my ass upon the corner till it started to bounce
Glock scratchin' reach that and started her out
It wasn't long before I was goin' for nine
I'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine
And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that
You found your ass misplaces with your head in your lap
And niggas is gettin' shiffer with time
That's why you never see me with a partner in crime
I'm down and dirty nigga FUCK the world
And that's what seperated geto boys from girls you know?
Bushwick Bill:
5th Ward is the spot where niggas get shot
Hoes sell cock and every block is hot
Niggas start shit but they don't start it with Bill
Cause them motherfuckers know they're blood gonna spill
Ever since I was a kid growin' up in the bottom
I beat a niggas ass and if I didn't I shot him
Never gave a fuck about his family cryin'
Bottom line, better his than mine
You come around me with that live shit I kill it fast
I throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass nigga
Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thang
You got a set of nuts you better let them motherfuckers hang
Even if you're facin' 20 years you never rat
You do your time and you come on back
And if he a homie he really take care of your people while you're gone
And bless you when you come back home
Do your time and don't whine is the motherfuckin' anthem
That's the type of shit most niggas can't phantom
Them bitches tongues come unfurled
But that's what seperated the ghetto boys from girls c'mon
Scarface:
I bet you often wonder how niggas survive in the trail
You got jacked and took six and died in your house
And motherfuckers sat and grieved your death
One of them motherfuckers counted up the keys then left
Kind of strange the game it took a change for the worse
Split the brain get the cain get back to your dirt
And keep the jack you did up under your hat
Cause if the word got out you killed him then they killin' you back
I never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again
You'd think but these niggas on some up shit like double your pay
And gives a fuck about respect and joy
So how the fuck you figure niggas got respect for a hoe
But then again niggas always put their trust in a bitch
But in the end it's another nigga bustin' yo shit
Fucked around and had to flee the world
Cause you couldn't seperate the geto boys and girls
Willie D:
Geto Boys is the motherfuckin' shit never forget
Them southern niggas made your Mind Play Tricks
Never the less I left the group in '91
Niggas was mad, I had my gun
They had they guns too I wasn't snoozin'
Cause I knew that if it came down to it they would use 'em
If it was goin' down right then I didn't give a fuck
We was gonna tear this whole motherfuckin' city up
And nigga that's real comin' from the south
You wack ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth
Preachin' that positive bullshit you can save
Cause your positivity ain't gettin' motherfuckers paid
It's G.B. and Willie D reunited
Sendin' niggas back to the studio to get they shit tighter
And niggas thought it wouldn't happen again
But we sat down and settled our differences like men
And put the bullshit behind us
Cause fuckin' off money ain't a plus it's a minus
We did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl
And seperating geto boys from girls c'mon
man on phone:
A.J. you know I spent 23 years in the prison. You know I'm still in prison
you know they they uh uh reannounced us, blacks, we represent 37% of the
prison system throughout the country. 37%. But we don't represent but but
12% of the country. Now that's diproportionate and ain't no joke you know.
It's it's now by coincidence or by ? it's by design. By the year...2015.
They gonna have 70% of our community locked up. I'm talking about black
gonna be locked up within they community. It's gonna be like it war
zone...ghetto.
Gangster of love
I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with me, i'ma kick her little monkey ass!
See you hoes got it wrong!
Think that if some nigga says he loves you he ain't strong.
Bitch you take the shit the wrong way.
And I can tell right now. it's gonna be a long day!
I got to educate you brothas
If the bitch won't give up the play
Fuck her!
Move along to the next trick.
See I'm the type a nigga that tell a ho
"suck dick!"
What if she's not suckin'
That's a waste of time
Conversation and my fuckin'
I just put my fuckin pants on
And tell the idiotic freak
To take her tramp ass home!
Cause I don't need a fuckin dumbie!
I need a bitch to lick nuts
Until my dick is cummy
And after that your wearin your gloves
Ha ha... just call me the gangster of love.
I like bitches
All kind of bitches,
To take off my shirt
And pull down my britches
If she's got big tities
I squeeze 'em and hold'em
While she suck my dick and lick my scrotum
And if she got a friend I'll fuck her too
Together we can play a game of swi-cha-ru
I ain't the type who gets all mushy
I like to sit back
And watch them eat each other's pussy!
Weak people might say we're insane
But that's the other fuckin' level of the game
I'll turn your sister out if she fucks with me
You want to know my identity? ? ?
Bitches look at me like I'm a faker
Knowing goddamn well
I'm a mutherfuckin heartbreaker!
I'll have them crying for months
Cause I done fucked their best friends
And put a whipping on their cunt
They have their mothers to call
But if fucked one mom
You done fucked them all
And I really don't give a fuck
Cause if your mom offers me the pussy
She's stuck
Now thats the type a nigga I am
Im always game to run a train
Goddamn!
Six different hoes a night
I use lubricated rubbers
To make the pussy feel right
Better safe than be a vicitm
If you got a jimmy hat
Go head and dick em
I put the pussy in it's place
And right before I nut
I pull it out then to the face
And tell the bitch to keep suckin
And prepare herself for her first butt fuckin
And when I'm done--straight to the tub
Just call me the gangster of love.
I'm a mutherfucker
I put a bitch through a test.
If she don't pass, she don't get blessed!
If the test consist of
Fuckin my whole crew
Well bitch, goddamnit that's what you gotta do.
You say you want to be down with willie-d
But yet you find it difficult to listen to me
Everytime you fuck up and skip a class
I'ma put my goddamn foot in your ass
And if your father wants to buck up
I'll beat the wrinkles out the old mutherfucker
I treat a bitch like a queen,
But she's got to realize I'm the goddamn king
Some jealous punk in town
Told my girl I was fucking around and she's still down.
To do the same
You've got to have game
You want to know my name? ? ?
[side]
Say b
You what's up dee
All the hoes mad 'cause we ain't paying for the pussy fighting over their asses
And shit! yup that's that other level of the game again.
Damn straight!
While we on the subject of hoes, whatever happened to the hoe you used to fuck
With
Named cathy? ? ?
[song again...]
Ok cathy
That hoe was hot.
The first peace of pussy that I ever got!
She fucked me till I was coming
Put my nuts in her mouth
And started humming
I said shit comense the checking
She started scratching my dill-bag
And said hold up a second.
Turned me over on my back gold.
Opened up my butt cheecks
And started licking out my asshole
That's why I guess that I'm the gangster
And oh kathleen johnson sweetheart
I'd like to thank you
Little hoes out there are getting stuck,
By niggas like me and we really don't give a fuck!
Big-ass titties are the sexy switch
Whatever you get, you deserved it bitch!
See ummm,
I like to take'em fast.
Pretend I lovem
And dog their motherfuckin ass.
Like for instance ms. "p"
The bitch ran a game
And tried to fuck over me
But I sensed it in the making
Talking about she's pregnant
From me or that jamaican? ? ?
She said me of course
So I drug her little ass
Like a mutherfuckin horse.
That's what you get for tryna play me
I'll kick the bitch
Right dead in the ass
If she ever says we
Made a kid when I make it
I'll grab her vile her mutherfuckin' neck
And try to break it!
Cause I knew I wore a fucking glove
Intro:
[willie d]
Flip flop ass niggas
Ah yeah
Geto boys and outlawz
Recognize the mob nigga
I don't fuck with you
So put your hands on me
[scarface]
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty motherfuckers
That you thought was cool
Do you know me
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
I know what's happenin' with that
All the hoes
Let me take y'all niggas back to this incident
Verse 1:
[gotti of fifth ward circle (fwc)]
Nigga you full of shit
Bitch now what is this, trick
Some new shit
Straight from yo hottub piss
Nigga I don't do it
Fuck around here with you
Oh, I smell puke, do
That's on you, true
You hit's 'em hard dog
And ho went hard, thought
You betray hard, lord
You straight fraud, brought
[scarface]
Now on means, things stay out my face
You oughta play, like outta space
This niggas foul, runnin' off at the mouth
He talkin' loud, all of infront the crowd
[willie d]
Dog, I knew this nigga, what
We used to roll, roll
I saved his life, right
But he was shot at, trife
He burned his greed, deep
I spit his wig, shit
He met the gravedigger
Cause I'm the realest nigga
Chorus:
[dmg of facemob]
You niggas came here ridin' through
(I don't fuck with you)
Heard the lavish thing we do
(I don't fuck with you)
Shook a finger to my crew
(we don't fuck with you)
For suck a dick until you blew,
Cause we don't fuck with you
Hey bitch, you like the things we do
(I don't fuck with you)
Scared if I hit you, you might sue
(I don't fuck with you)
You swear you gang can bang a new
(I don't fuck with you)
But best keep doin' the shit we do,
Cause we don't fuck with you
Verse 2:
[e.d.i of the outlawz]
Now everytime is see you ass
I see the bitch in your eyes
And what a lie
Ain't no surprise
Now you fuck with that sign
It's a cold thing,
You got the game fuck up
Brown nose and every other nigga rich,
Like a broke bitch
Excuse me miss, yeah you
You need to sit with me piss
I'ma get rich,
While you stuck in that fuck shit
Thug shit is what claim and bang
And never change
While you change
Suckin' and fuckin' for everyday
Verse 3:
[napolean of the outlawz]
Yeah, I see some niggas come and go
With a fifth of hennesy to show
When we toss hoes, we share hoes
And niggas be frontin where the clothes go
(? )
What you spinnin' like young po
You hang around with the studio time
But nigga, what the fuck is you here fo'
Can you listen, please
So you got your glock, laid squeeze
Try like I could fuck with you
Or I have to bomb on you
Put it with your punk-ass
No heart, no light, no bitch and no care
You some bad boy killers
When we see y'all niggas snatch cash
Chorus:
Verse 4:
[young noble of the outlawz]
These billy-teen-ass niggas,
Pullin'-scheme-ass niggas
Fiend-ass niggas,
Shootin'-dream-ass niggas
I mean, why anybody sound like pac nowadays
But switch it up, be on way
Y'all gay-assed on anything
Stay tuned to the saga
Drama bring karma, karma bring charges
Whipin' y'all
Completely all the job did
Darkness, fuck y'all shit
Cause we the hardest
Nasty new street regardless
So ease out you nuggets, faget
Verse 5:
[kastro of the outlawz]
Beg down, I truck a young bug
Don't get it fucked up
Hit the strip, get a grip nigga
And blow some shit up
Talk fast and all ass, nigga
You ain't got no nuts
Don't trick yourself out your life
You need to hide in the cup
What's up
Come on holla at your boy, real quick
I swallow hard times,
And make it come out when I piss
Nigga pop pass the mack and I ain't black
Picture that
The same nigga that'll die for you
When you fall get your back
It's me, drunk as can be,
In your bitch ass
Singin' ? stagalee?
Worry free on your bitch ass
Blast back, ask that,
Snap back like some whiplash
Young cash is black packed
Slap your rap with a big guess
[Scarface]
They Love me
They say now pass the ganga to the left hand side
filppin in the Range Rover blowing past the one times.
Hit me with the (whoop whoop)
bubble gum flashing in my rear view
spraying freshener trying to steer too
Throwin out my herbs on the passenger side
Got the windows rolled down, airing out the ride
got a loaded 45 inside
that keep for protection when I'm riding by
My Smith and Wesson got a scope too
and I may have caught a body on it
for those who get just know somebody want it
They only ?????
To know that you ain't done shit
but still you got them haters in your business
I'm paraniod she's blowing my high
and she knew that I was buzzin from the red in my eye
Got my license and my papers, Showed me my picture on The Source
Then what the fuck you stopping me for?
and she said
[Chorus]
Gangsta Ow
Put me Down, Now
Gang-sata put me down
Now, Ow
[scarface]
So I gave her my cellular number and told her call me up
Beating on my dashboard hot than a fuck
Cause I done chunked a half a square thinkin 5-0 jocking trying to jam me up
I continue on my mission to my Grandma''s house
Hollering at my homeboy who just got out
What's up let's roll
Get you some clothes
Take you to the club so you can get with some hoes.
Lets go
Made to the mall hoes thick
Listenting to Pac saying that's the shit.
Getting geared when this woman appeared up out the blue
Telling me she like what I do
And the hoe was like
[Chorus]
[Willie-D]
Willie D's rollin on these
in a drop top A-Z-U-R-E
With the knock, knock banging listening
to a song my nigga Face singing
Eardurms just a ringing, my homey brining
A couple of honies to the hideaway
we gone fuck these hoes and straight ride away
Gotta pack confirmed tickets get some sleep
we rolling to the Baby Johnson fight a 100 niggas deep
ain't bringing sand to beach
I got my eyes on some freak ass broads
and menage-a-trois
never kiss and tell I keeps em horney as hell
and take my dick inside that pussy put it under a spell
got more mail than the post office let me remind you
don't stare at my diamonds too hard they might blind you
Freaky Deaky, Fready Deaky Deaky
when you see me rolling past all you got to do is ask
[Chorus X3]
Intro:
[willie d]
Geto boys
(g.b.)'98
We gonna set this shit straight, belive that
Don't you wish sometimes you can be free
Free from incarceration
Free from paying them bills
Free to come and go when ya feel
Most of all, free from them haters
Verse 1:
[willie d]
So many problems that exist in my world today
When I'm deceased, I want my little baby girl to say
That he was real
He loved me with all his heart
He loved mama too
Even though they sometimes fought
A young nigga in the ghetto
With plenty of dreams
Surrounded by the police
And many of fiends
At 13 started mobbin'
14 started robbin'
It's hard to have morals and values
When you're starvin'
Abused, misused, and plus a bad dresser
Nobody ever told me I was special
I put a gang of tears in my mamma's eyes
But she died
Before I got a chance to apologize
It hurts to see my baby sister feeling the pain
It hurts to see my baby brother still in the game
Ain't nothin' change but my finances
I still be stressed
All these motherfucking worries got a nigga depressed
I'm just tired
Every night, I pray to jesus, rescue me
>from the poverty, hate, racism and diseases
So the lord said
He prepared a place for me
And when he do that
I'ma be free, yeah
Chorus:
I wanna be free
No more player hater
I gotta be free
Verse 2:
[scarface]
Now as I walk around in my drawers
Outside smoking weed while I scratch my balls
I'm reminsing on my homies who been lock tight
Or got light
Behind trying to feed their family one night
It's not right
Suppose you watch your mamma suffer
Cause ain't another
Her kids trying they off they ass
It's gettin' rougher and tougher
By all means nigga get your cream
Stop storming what they calling this american dream
And why you looking up for a role model
You be your model
Look who we follow
Niggas forgot about the problem
And single parent upbringings
We doing bad on our ass
Nigga fuck singing
How you gonna tell me to keep it positive
And growing up I didn't have a pop to give
So these mother fucking streets is where I gots to live
Fuck what you saying 'bout me
I'm sittin'on a couple g's and smoking weed
I'm free
Chorus:
I wanna be free
No more player hater
I gotta be free
I wanna be free
Gettin' tired of waitin'
I gotta be free
Verse 3:
[willie d]
Nobody understands me but me
It used to bother me at first
But now my conscience is free
I ask the lord to give me strength
And bless the hood
And keep these fake motherfuckers out my life for good
Knock on wood
I'm still here through all these trials and tribulations
Tryin' to make it
Shit, a lot of niggas couldn't take it
My girls hate it
When I go to clubs and stay out late
She think I'm fucking around with hoes
Gimme a break
Get off my case
Can I be committed to you
And ride 'round without feelin' tied down
Damn girl, I catch enough hell on the streets
When I come home
I want some tender lovin' and peace
No one can take your place, you my ace
I dig your jealously boo
But sometimes I need my space
I keep you laced
Like you won the lottery see
But God damn I gotta be free
Chorus:(2x)
I wanna be free
No more player hater
I gotta be free
I wanna be free
Gettin' tired of waitin'
(scarface)
Let me get when I rock the...the..the...
This shit ain't got no fuckin drums in it man
Daym, wht don't you put some fuckin drums in the music
So I can
Get down to businees
I think it's time I paid a little visit
To my run down neighbourhood cemetry
To tally up the people I buried
57, 58, 59, all layin' down in the same line
You sorry motherfuckers couldn't handle me
I done fucked up 17 families
So bring it on if you wanna play
Huh, make my motherfuckin' day
Cause you'll be one dead motherfucker black
I'ma put you ass on you back
I won't play no games wit cha boy
You'll just be one more nigger in the morgue
Yeah I like that man
That shit sounds kinda funky don't it
Hahahaha, yo let me finish this freestyle tho man
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo
It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for the big fight
You could say this one's a murder by a lunatic
M-11 on your ass bitch
Loadin' up my weapons gettin' ready for
Another street sweepin' neighbourhood drug war
Police come around in a meat wagon
Knowin' that tonight they'll be draggin'
Off motherfuckers to a six foot ditch
I hope ya insruance paid up bitch
Cause tonight is the night motherfucker
Be a good killer or a damn good ducker
Cause if you ain't, your ass is fallin' to the paint
Bloodshed seems to make a nigga faint
Not me with a .9 in my hand
I could fall asleep lyin' next to a dead amn
Ya gotta understand me
It's better than that sorry motherfucka layin' out dead see
So if you wanna come, come hard
Or you'll be another nigga in the morgue
Yeah, you motherfuckas
Motherfuckas goin' for bad and shit
You know what I'm sayin'
But you'll be another niger in the morgue motherfucker
Oh yo, check this out
But gettin' back to the bloodbath
You motherfuckas out there go for bad
That shit played out my brother
I ride by and gun done motherfuckers
Whether friend or foe bro
Steppin' on my toes, your ass has gotta go
Now heres how the shit took place [how'd it go? ]
A nigga waved a tre eight in my face [damn]
Screamin' that shit about the squab mob
Talkin' big shit about the south park
Said he's gonna stop me
Pissed off cause I'm down with the 5th ward posse [um-hmm]
Shit didn't make me numb
I ain't scared of no goddman gun [my nigga]
Once I sw 'em break I stuck 'em [what about his 3 guards? ]
Fuck 'em!
I'll put him on his ass cause he's bigger
Then worry about the other 3 niggas
All of them ran to get backup
That's 12 more niggas i'ma stack up
Open up the trunk in a rage
And loaded up my goddamn 12 gauge
If the pump don't keep ya
I'll be forced to hit ya wit the street sweeper
Ya ass shouldn't a started no static g
12 gun shots automatically
I ain't goin' out like no sucka
I'm goin' out like a crazy motherfucka
Everybody knows that I ain't got it all
And I don't give a fuck about none a y'all
Hit 3 or 4 in the head
That's 3 or 4 niggers left for dead
It doesn't pay to check cards
There's far too many of you dying
June, 28 was the date 38
Till the chest plate mommy dear's cryin' at the wake
And everybody's dressed up in black suits
Goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop
Why'd he have to die is the question that we're under
But everyone knows that everyday's a different number
So when your time comes, just remember G
You'll always have a place in this world as a memory
Especially my boys who passed away back in '92
Best believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you
Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be thinkin'
Of how we hung in the clubs smokin' and drinkin'
Never missin' out on a hood fight
'Cause everyday back in the hood we had a good fight
Everything is changed and people are lookin' lonely
It's gonna be strange spendin' New Year's eve without your homie
But ain't much that we can do
Except pour brew throughout the crew
To make sure we all remember you
And believe me it hurts
To see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt, dirt
There's far too many of you dying
There's far too many of you dying
Another homie got smoked but it's no surprise
Everybody's trippin' 'cause the boy was too young to die
A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath
Everybody's trippin' 'cause they can't accept my homie's death
Another killin' was reported on the evenin' news
Somebody's brother got killed behind a pair a shoes
In the midst of all this shit I think about myself
Wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the shelf
But I refuse to be another violent casualty
So when I'm rollin', I pack my pistol grip beside my knee
'Cause on the city streets today a brother jus' can't win
When the people you think are your friends
Really ain't your friends, uh and bush wick can't sleep
When everybody aroun' me keeps fallin' six feet deep
There's far too many of you dying
There's far too many of you dying
The pain that's deep inside of everybody grows
As they approach to see the body before the casket close
The person standin' next to me has snapped the flip
Once I seen the casket closed I knew that that was it
The whole entire family spoke on his defense
The choir sung the songs that make us reminisce
And durin' all the singing I broke down myself
When I looked and seen the family that my partner left
And then the choir broke into it's final song
Thinkin' to myself the worst is yet to come
Everyone was headed for the final flight
As we creeped along the gravel on the burial sight
The director said his words and there was not a sound
As they lower my little partner [Incomprehensible] inside the ground
Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top
And then they work alone with the concrete block and that's deep
There's far too many of you dying
There's far too many of you dying
A lotta homies die, a lotta mothers cry
I watch tears fall down from their eyes
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
But nobody wants to take the chance
They chose the music so they had to dance
Couldn't tell 'em nothin' was a player, had ta have it
Got caught up in the game now ma boy's in the casket
And everybody's lookin' for somebody else to blame
Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in a gang
We used to kick it on the Ave at night
Comin' up tryin' to have the finer things in life
But now my boys gone, I wish he was at home
I wish he wouldn't a never fell victim to the clone
So when I drink a brew for you, I pour some on the block, son
You might be gone but you damn sure ain't forgotten
So on remember whenever or wherever
Dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that
There's far too many of you dying
Hey yo, check dis dope ass beat out
Willie back in da muthafuckin house and I got my niggas
Da menace clan on dis one to help me out
And we representin our God damn selves
'cause how da fuck
You gona tell me how to get to where I'm goin
When you don't know where da fuck you goin
Man das da blind leadin da muthafuckin blind
I could'v been a leader not a follower a coach not a balla
I could've had progress
I could've lived wit less stress
But I took it upon myself and played da card I wuz delt
Thought about my self
Fuck everyone else
And they said fuck me too
But it was cool like that
See my mission was paper chasin and puttin da hood aon da map
Now I've done been there
Done that
Took one step and dew back
For da life I wuz takin
Wut da fuck wuz I thinkin
Should'v slowed it down but I wuz speedin
And I wuz stuck with a code
And niggas waitin around to see if I wuz gonna come up befo
But I can fold like a bitch
Seen da chance to switch
But I wuz brought up yo make it
Seen da chance to take it
Find a rule and break it
Take a badge and shake it
And against all odds
Get da fuck outta dodge
But I'm a nigga wit records dat da state can't file
Young, blind, and wild
An uncontrollable child in da ghetto
But seddling fo mo everyday
And when I make up my mind I'm gonna get back in line but now i'm
Chorus 2x
Blind leadin da blind
In a world of wars I search for peace of mind my stabillity
Fo my niggas and me said da way life wuz supposed to be in da ghetto
I looked out my window wut did I see
It wuz a crack head nigga starin dead at me
He said can I get a muthafuckin nickle for three
I told his ass to da better in his rorock swetta
He got a daughter he ain't fed her
He'd rather get high
In his eye I see da demon
I can hear babies screamin
Feenin
It demeaning to see him
To be in the ghetto
But this is where I settle
Now wut would you do wit a strap in yo hand
Gangstas do wut dey wunt to
Suckas do wut dey can
My role modle sips on a forty botlle
In his footsteps I follow grab da brew and take a swallow
I've been livin on da streets since da age of thirteen
'cause I wuz sick of being raised by a dope fiend I so seen
Babies need similac money dat wuz meant for similac wuz spent on crack
Now do you wanna
No I don't and it's a liquor sto on every cona
And niggas ain't da owna
Now listen, we cant afford to send our kids to school but dey got da
Knowledge
To spend dey money on da chaps when we could send our kids to college
Now here we are: hoes, dopes, dealers, and bums
At da white man's table still beggin fo crumbs but it's da
Chorus 2x
Niggas shoot ball
(niggas shoot da logs)
Nigas shoot da doves
(niggas shoot to love)
Niggas shoot up
(niggas shoot pool)
But watch out 'cause niggas shoot niggas too
So wut da fuck am I to do when niggas fallin down like flies
And dis muthafuckin money starin me in da eyes
And my brother sayin come on in stop buggin
But we done already lost 3 uncles and 5 cousins
To da streets niggas shit deep
No room fo da maple leafs
'cause muthafuckas play fo keep
I wunt respect when I step on da field
Saw a nigga dat killed I gotta kill befo deez niggas get sum bright ideals
And start thinkin we hoes or sumthin
So when I see dat muthafucka nigga nigga staight dumpin
Geto boys
Geto boys
Geto boys
Geto boys
(don't fuck with me)--> tony montana
[ verse 1: johny c ]
As I walked through 5th ward, I saw this man
He was kind, but he was blind, I snatched his jewelry and ran
I caught up with box and said, "i think it's worth a grand"
He smiled and he giggled and he shook my hand
We tried to pawn it in to haveg some for fare for the jam
He said, "it's fake", and I said "what? ", he said "i'm sorry", I said "damn!"
My mama threw me out, I called my sister a whore
Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor
It's been a week I didn't need, I couldn't take it no more
Saw my teacher miss elaine at the grocery store
I waited by her car, she asked: "why aren't you in school? "
Put my gun up to her head and said, "get in, you old fool"
She offered her keys, cried and said, "please!"
She promised not to tell and give me a's and b's
I said, "i want your money, grub, and all I can sell"
I looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell
I knew she was a snitch, I beat her down with my gun
Got happy with the trigger, now I'm on the run
An assassin
Geto boys
Geto boys
(don't fuck with me)--> tony montana
I'm an assassin
[ verse 2: juke box ]
Now I'm just what you expected, a runner out on bail
Hustlin is my job, and I'm paid well
I'm used to makin money fast, beaucoup cash
Try to cheat me and beat me, my boss is bossin your ass
Once lived sheila, yeah, I meant to kill her
Her teeth was big and gappy, so I called her godzilla
She planned for a party, she said "bring everybody"
No jive, when we arrived we saw dectective ray mccarthy
He started haul-assin, my fila came unfastened
I fell and went to jail and came back as an assassin
First I start rollin, my pockets started swollin
Havin green is havin power, and you know what I was sellin
Now sheila was addicted, her face looked reflicted
I caught her sellin ass, then and there I should've kicked it
I drove up to her corner and gave her a grin
Asked, "how much? ", she said, "20", I said, "bet", she got in
I drove her to a spot that was quiet and dark
Yo yo, turned out the lights and found a place to park
Now I knew the girl was ready, she started gettin sweaty
But all was in my head was 'kill the bitch like freddy'
I dug between the chair, and whipped out the machete
She screamed, I sliced her up until her guts were like spaghetti
A maniac, I stabbed the girl in her tits
And to stop her nerves from jumpin I just cut her to bits
An assassin
[ verse 3: johny c ]
My father was a priest, cold blooded he's dead
Hypocrite, I caught him basin, so I shot him in the head
Poured on the holy water, "bless the dead" is what I said
Then heard the demon screamin as his body bled
Now I stole from the poor, lied on the man
Dropped the dime, he's doin time and I don't give a damn
We're not really greedy, we'll help the poor and needy
We'll rock a show and clock some dough, then drink until we're peedy
Drove on the freeway just the other day
I saw a fine hitch-hiker, and I wanted to play
I pulled off the road, so I could offer a ride
She said "thanks", I said "no thanks," and she got inside
Jivin as I was drivin, then I asked which direction
She said, "5th ward", I said "we're from the same section"
Made it to my ave, she said out and said "thanks"
I said, "yo babe, like won't you chill and have a couple of drinks?
We went into my house, and I filled up her glass
She drank and got drunk, that's when I got in that ass
I banged it and banged it until my thang got sore
I said "honey...", she said "20", I said, "get out, you fuckin whore!"
She put on her clothes, headed for the door
Then said, "welcome to the disease there is no cure for"
Then she started runnin and almost got away
With no clothes I gave chase, makin sure she'd pay
Now she passed by my boy and I knew he was strapped
Red pulled out his gun and shot the bitch in her back
Bare butt-naked I headed for the car
The massacre was from texas, so I pulled out the chainsaw
Cuttina nd cuttin, he said "johny, man, she's dead"
On the news they found remains of just an arm and her head
An assassin
I'm an assassin
(don't) (don't) (don't fuck with me)
We just was buggin, you know what I'm sayin?
Ha-ha-ha
(haa-haaa!)
[ verse 1: willie d ]
No sooner than I walk in the club I'm gettin love from the masses
Women admirin my baldhead and glasses
They makin passes, I see they asses, I'm gettin flirty
I got that liquor in my system plus I'm wild and dirty
In my pockets is tickets for the rockets
Million dollar nigga from the projects
I see no logic in niggas' hate when I ride past
My .45 sing lullabyes to they tired ass
See me, I be a candidate for bustin
Don't fuck around unless you ready for the repercussions
Baby blushing, she drives a benz, but I handle em all
Sophisticated as fuck, and she ain't wearin no drawers
[ verse 2: scarface ]
I met the broad in the parking lot, riding a 'stang
Pulled her way up to her parking spot, the escalade
She hesitated for a minute, then she finally stopped
When she seen a nigga hollerin at her ridin a drop
Out her car to my passenger side the bitch came
Say she in a hurry this time, but no thang
Here's the pager number, I can call at night
Rarely ever beeped a bitch, but this broad was tight
Better yet got the cellular number, she seemed changed
Diamonds 'bout the size of a dime, and these thangs
Tend to to em open, no question and one reason
That diamonds be a girl's best friends, so I treat them
Like bitches
[ verse 3: tela ]
These bitches I be doin in, hoes I be screwin, and
If she talk about her friends, then I probably flew em in
What's a man troublin, like fuckin in a bubble benz
With her hair in the wind, sittin up from the rim
Gettin ? ? ? ? , plenty room, it was in the month of june
I was on promotional, she was into trickin dudes
I'm no dude, or no guy, but I can fuckin get you high
I won't tell you any lie, I don't play with any mind
She know about the l-o-t and how we roll
She know about the l-o-t and say we all cold
We can keep this on the we-know, we meet back in rio
My bitch and my ho, my half-black philipino
You know
Have to put a 74 codes for my thug niggas
wishing to be out with the bad ass brother and my nigga ace to try
end the stugle with out no case with brothers like me all about make it real good and smooth with no kind of stuggle couse it brothers how hustle with no kind of determantion. only to look inside the inmey eys with one eye you can only see the knowlege of the hoover pass with out comes of many homies that bow up this shit. till tha day the world blows gd TILL THE END
Yo, let's do it
We gon' do this one
Let the beat ride for a minute though
Will, him in the house from the town
FaceMob in this bitch, 'bout to tear shit down
Uh-huh, yeah, there it is, yeah
Still the truth in the game, ain't a damn thing changed
Prone to tote heat up and then shoot flames
Double the O.G. of a deuce thug thang
Bitches who know me know how I do dames
Still, fuckin' with James, we roll in this shit hard
I locked up the south, he locked the fifth ward
Loaded and cocked, I'm known to be a block bleeder
Known to get paper and I ain't fin' to stop neither
I got Ferrari's, drive Porches and shit
Ranch got horses, golf courses and shit
Eat shrimp, steak, crab, raw oysters and shit
And still fuck around with all my boys in the bricks
International nigga, I been in and out the States
Kingston, Brazil, bitches feedin' me grapes
I can cut it and bake, all I need is some soda, a plate
A microwave, Pyrex and a cake
You can get it how you want it, what I'm spittin' is free
I don't need to hold in court what I can hold in the streets
Niggaz know how I was raised so ain't no question in these
Consequences you gon' face when niggaz fuckin' with me
One for the niggaz wanna cross me up
Two for the bitches wanna toss me up
Three for the people tryin' to get my mail
Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up
Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine
Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime
Six for the suckers who ain't got no game
That's a goddamn shame, that's why he hatin' on mine
From the north to the south, I don't need no passes
You bitches get out of line, I'ma bleed yo' asses
Look man, I ain't the huffin' puffin' type
I'ma put that pistol in your motherfuckin' life
Mayor, can I call my crib, I be gettin' them greens
Fuckin' the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans
Take an interest in politics, shoppin' and Van Gogh
Shoot a motherfucker up and then go vote
They say variety is the spice of life
So we'll fuck the black broads and lay pipe to the whites
Puerto Ricans and Latinos, Japs and Filipinos
What is y'all trippin fo'? Pussy is pussy
I ain't gotta come where you live to shoot you in your sleep
I know niggaz in yo' hood that'll do you for me
Youse a bitch-made pussy born with no nutsac
I'm a motherfuckin' stand up cat, that's on the one
One for the niggaz wanna cross me up
Two for the bitches wanna toss me up
Three for the people tryin' to get my mail
Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up
Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine
Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime
Six for the suckers who ain't got no game
That's a goddamn shame, that's why he hatin' on mine
Spot a fine-ass bitch and I'm scoopin' her up
You can sleep on me nigga if you're stupid enough
But I'll be standin' in your bed receivin' hate from your woman
You could bust in, but not while I'm cummin'
'Cause I'm cummin' everywhere, in her hair, on her face
On her earring, even on the motherfuckin' ceiling
Keep it playa with a playa, let me get my nut
After that, you could kill the bitch, I don't give a fuck
Yes indeed, Chuck smoke good weed
If it ain't Hydro get the fuck out the do'
You niggaz drink a few shots and your faculty slow
I down the whole fuckin' bottle like it's H2O
Got the heart and the steel and the will to bust
I'm the little big man with the big ol' nuts
Don't fuck with bitch-mades, too real for that
Got the fame and the name but I still will Jack, nigga
One for the niggaz wanna cross me up
Two for the bitches wanna toss me up
Three for the people tryin' to get my mail
Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up
Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine
Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime
Six for the suckers who ain't got no game
Yeah, it's time to do it like a g.o. once again
You know in 1989 we knocked on the door
In 1990 we beat on the door
Now it's 1991 and we fiend to kick this muthafucka in
Lets talk about a scandal
The album geffen found too hot to handle
Fucked up the minds of you and yours
The last lp from the geto boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute guns n roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot calling the kettle black
Man fuck them hoes
We got new partners and got shit done regardless
Cause our fans are everready down to die hard
Around the globe to 5th ward
I read a news report
Some lawyer in florida wanna take us to court
Somebody tell that country ass hick
To go suck a dead man's dick
You scream obscenity, but it's publicity
You want hoes so don't act like you don't know
Better fuck with somebody else before you get popped
Cause we can't be stopped
Geto boys geto boys
Geto boys geto boys
People are frightened when they hear the boys
Cause we ain't just a bunch of noise
None of that me me rappin'
We let your mutherfuckin as know what's happenin
Bitches get raped, niggas get murdered
Adults fuckin kids in numbers unheard of
It's on the news every hour
Why can't I talk about it?
Everybody seem to be after us
Even the manufacturers
Wouldn't press our disc, you know it wasn't fair
Fuck everybody who work there
And every mutherfuckin reporter
Across every mutherfuckin border
You said the album wasn't coming out fighter
But when it did you couldn't find your typewriter
Keep lettin the government dictate what you hear
Next they'll put stickers on your ears
Even with that move we got 'em in anguish
Cause we'll learn sign language
We can't be stopped
Geto boysgeto boys
Willie d is the gangsta of love
Some of my friends sell drugs
I sell knowledge that you can't get a hoe
Cause the game is so not toe
Promoters took away our tour
Negative press made them insecure
And you wonder why you never see a video
Of the boys from the geto
No radio, talkshow, or magazine were we in
And we still in the top 10
You can't beat that with a bat
Huh, hammer can't touch that
We from the muhafuckin south
Now what was that bullshit about?
That we had to be from cali or new york
Anybody can make it that got heart
Trenchcoats and gangster hats got my back
Any nigga around me got to pack
So come on muthafuckas, come on muthafuckas, fuck!
We can't be stopped
Intro: scarface
I sit alone in my four-cornered room
Staring at candles
Oh that shit is on? heh
Let me drop some shit like this here
Real smooth
Verse one: scarface
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressing I ain't living right
But I ain't going out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
It's somebody watchin' the ak'
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I don't see the motherfucker
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say "take a chill, b"
But fuck that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm pumping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you
Verse two: willie d
I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at night, somethin ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block
Or is it that nigga last week that I shot
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was gold medal flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to be lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker
But they're laughing at pow pies and buried that quick
If it's going down let's get this shit over with
Here they come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere I go
Because I'm paranoid
I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners
My mind is playing tricks on me
Verse three: scarface
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every sunday morning I'm in service
Playing for forgiveness
And trying to find an exit out of the business
I know the lord is looking at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me
Verse four: bushwick bill
This year halloween fell on a weekend
Me and geto boyz are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
We'd be in for a squab' no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga I'd been seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Dropping them motherfuckin b's on him
The more I swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete
God damn, homie
(willie d)
Ladies first, who the fuck made up that shit?
9 times outta 10 it was a bitch
I'm comin' at cha like this
Cause your pussy ain't no more important than my dick miss
I'm not your motherfuckin' doll
You won't see me runnin' to ya at your every beckon call
Bitches act like they handicapped
Want me to open doors, pull out chairs and all that
I'm the motherfuckin' gangster of love
So how you gonna run me like I'm some kind of scrub
Think your pussy made of gold, well it's not
You couldn't get a dime for it at the pawn shop
I won't pack your bags at the store
Now will I take you to a play or a musical, whore
And break my neck to be extra polite
I'll take your motherfuckin' ass to a chicken fight
And if you get cold, you gonna sneeze
Cause I ain't givin' you my coat, so I can freeze
People say my manners are minimum
I'm from the ghetto hoe
I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman
I'm not a gentleman
I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman
I told you that in the first rap
Hell no I won't remove my cap
When I go to ya moms crib for my grill
T-shirt, sneakers and jeans is how I feel
(? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? )
Cause I'll be eatin' with my hands not the proper utensils
I say yeah, naw, not ma'am
I was raised like that, so that's the way I am
I don't give a damn if ain't got a seat
My feet hurt bitch, you ain't no better than me
Stand your ass up, wait your time
I don't give a fuck if your 9 or 99
Drop something if you want to freak
And I won't leap to pick it up like a geek
In a dash or flash, goddamn, I'll pass
I'ma let you bend over so I can see dat ass
I might laugh, giggle, or grin
You could say willie d is out to win
People say my manners are minimum
I'm from the ghetto hoe
I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman
I'm not a gentleman
I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman
Or a nice guy or goodfella
I'll straight up tell her
Bitch, to suck my dick
Fuck that beatin' around the bush shit
When I go to see a hoe
I don't knock at the door, I blow
And if we go to a restaurant I don't let her pick it
Cause she'll try to choose the one most expensive
You don't like it when I walk in the front zone
Well slowpoke ass hoe, bring your ass on
But every woman ain't a motherfuckin' lady
I treat a hoe like a hoe and a bitch like a bitch
And a lady like a lady but I don't sip dom perrigion
And listen to luther or kenny g, it's geto boys and jubiliee
You can't catch me holdin' hands in the shopping mall
If I'm wearin' (? ? ? ? ? )
You know I'm gettin' them draw's
People call me a lot of things love
But they'll never accuse me of
Being a motherfuckin' gentleman
Don't say I didn't warn ya
About playin' them hoe games
Like callin' me out on my name
Some a y'all are still gonna try to show off
And get busted in ya goddamn mouth
I won't understand how a man can call a man
A bitch or a hoe and be playin' in my book, that's a no-no
Your mouth don't write a check that your ass can't cash, bro
Pop you on the [unverified] for what
Niggas done got when they played too much
Willie D'll tap a bitch and that's it
Anything else is punk shit
I'll give you some a this, and some a this
They're just special effects but you can bet
I got something to make them hoes ease up off me black
'Cause homie don't play that
A lot of suckers got they ass kicked
'Cause hard heads and rankin' don't mix
But if you gonna cap on each other
You gotta know when it's gettin' personal sucker
Instead of eatin' up your homeboys grill
See, that's how a nigga gettin' killed
Fools like to joke when your serious
So, to kill the bullshit I stopped fuckin' wit her, period
Don't snatch my hat off my head like we're homies
And greet me wit a [unverified] cause you don't know me
Play with your mother or your father
You ain't got no pussy, I don't even wanna be bothered
And you bet' not act like you wanna swang
'Cause I'm pretty good with them thangs
So, call my bluff, do what you like and
I'ma make you read these Nikes, wrastlin' ain't masculine
You say you wanna go to war B
Instead of tryin' to test me
Horse playin' like an adolescent
Will get your ass wrapped up like a present
Your compliments ain't nutthin' but a racket
Your whole conversation is plastic
You say you like my new jacket
Jealous motherfucka even sound sarcastic
It's in your voice when we shootin' the shit
Maytag ass nigga ain't nuttin' but a bitch
Ain't got no back 'cause you're always frontin' black
Man, homie don't play that
I don't play that
Let's take it all the way back
Niggas say, I'm crazy
When I say keep your comments about my lady
They say, "You're lucky, I wish I had a girl like that"
I never smile 'cause I know where they hearts is at
All in front of my girl sayin', how pretty she looks
Game recognized, I wrote the book
"Got a good thing, hold tight, don't lose her brother"
You may as well straight up, say, you wanna fuck her
Still waters run deep, man
And ain't nothing worse than one who fronts like a friend
Call your crib when they know you ain't home
Tryin' to rap to your girl on the telephone
Snake in the grass, I see him comin' from a mile away I start gunnin'
And every time one drops
You can see a card wit they face on it in the mailbox
See, we ain't that cool, where you can play wit my girl
And try to get a free feel fool or conversate wit us alone
Then I have to step in and stop ya from goin' on and on
With that idle chatter
You say your just bein' friendly, ain't that a bitch?
You could be my brother, my father but the fact
Is homie don't play that
I don't play that
Click click bang hehehe
I'm sick of niggaz trying to shoot the big six
But when the shit jumps off the nigga plays the big bitch
And that's the problem with the nation of blacks
Too slow with your motherfucking hands so you grab your gatts
And listen to the gangsta music
You got a glock-ten in your lap but you scared to use it
You's a motherfucking stud
Letting all your homies know you bought another gun
Suppose they tried to pack you
Dropped your dick in the dirt
And know exactly how to send it at you
Trying to work your way into the big clique
And that's the main reason young niggaz die quick
Living in this fast shit
And trying to have a bad bit
But what you niggaz know about a bank roll
Tricking off the money you made with them stank hoes
Think about it quick quick
And raise up bitch
Now the niggaz I run with are down brothers
And ready to die for a motherfucker
So when you want to step mate
I'm a bust you dead in your ass with this twelve gauge
I ain't your ordinary villain
Some niggaz was born dying I was born killing
So gather up your army g
'cos that's what it's going to take to stop a nigga like me
'cos I'm coming at you full force nigga
I hope you got some real niggaz on the trigger
'cos I be rolling like a hustler
And since you got gatts you better use them motherfuckers
Sparking nines at a drastic pace
Taking orders from a motherfucking basket case
So when my nine goes pop
Boy you better shit and get your ass up off the pot
(fuck 'em up) listen to my glock click
Now raise up bitch
So niggaz don't fuck with me
'cos I'm a run the whole ninety motherfucking three
And the rest of the years to come
So bitches bring it on if you motherfuckers want some
And I'm a break you off a big piece
'cos niggaz can't fuck with the big chief
Attention motherfuckers about face
Salute the one that the people call scarface
Still quick to hit them up, quick to get them up
Quick to not give a fuck
Never bringing the false shit
I left the mic for a year and I still ain't lost it
Still running them down, gunning them down
Yeah 'cos real niggaz going to clown
So put your crown on since you're bigger
And let me take care of my business nigga
The bigger the nigga the bigger the cap
The bigger the bullet the bigger the fucking gatt
So step up with that hoe shit
And I'm a empty the whole clip
Ain't no running like a rabbit
'cos I'm a let you motherfuckers have it
Let the motherfucker blast
And bring your hat to your motherfucking ass
'cos niggaz ain't true to it, you're new to it
And don't know what to do to it
But I ain't never had that kind of luck
I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine
I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time
I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine
I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time
I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine
I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time
I got a grudge against you blue suits
Black suits, white suits an' the state troops
That's the way you made us
Send a nigga to the penitentiary is how you play us
That's the way you made us
Send a nigga to the penitentiary is how you
That's the way you made us
Send a nigga to the penitentiary is how you play us
Lock us up for the summer
Took the nigga's name away an' passed us as a number
Just because you legally pack a gack, man
Doesn't necessarily mean you have to point it at the black man
Especially you black cops, you let your gacks pop
Because them honkies got you brainwashed
Now we come to new dealings
Fuck all the dumb shit, the line of work is cap peelings
I'm cuttin' shit short, ain't no fillin' out reports
'Cause you ain't makin' it to court
I'm lettin' freedom ring
From the hole in my glock, for fuckin' off Rodney King
It ain't nothin' that you can ask us
An' since justice is blind, I'ma buy the bitch some glasses
Wake the fuck up, chumps, I'm comin' after your ass
Crooked officer
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in the coffin, sir
You shouldn't have fuck with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin' shit an' get it on
Oh, Mr. Officer, crooked officer, what's happenin'?
You beat another black man's ass an' now you high tappin'
Friend, do I have to move to River Oaks
An' bleach my fuckin' skin so I can look like these white folks?
Just to get some assistance
Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin' persistent
'Cause you wanna harass me, yeah?
An' if I talk back you wanna bust my black ass G
Just like Rodney King
But if you try that shit with me, it's gonna be a different scene
Try to pull me over on a dark road
But I'll be damned if I don't grab my nine an' unload
Until every blue shirt turns red, you heard what I said?
I want all you crooked motherfuckers dead
So you better start pickin' out your coffin, sir
'Cause I'm comin' after your ass
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in the coffin, sir
You shouldn't have fuck with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin' shit an' get it on
Momma called me up the other day, I got a warrant
Punk ass laws wanna know where the gun went
Say I shot a nigga the other day at a party
Lyin' out they ass, I was at home drinkin' forties
Coolin' with my niggas, playin' dominoes in the kitchen
A big black nigga did the killin' an' I fit the description
Yeah an' you know, they think all black niggas look alike
So now they got the flashlight, lookin' for Big Mike
Now they got the flashlight, lookin' for Big Mike
Now they got the flashlight, lookin' for Big
Jackin' niggas up, tryin' to capture
Coppers wanna gaffle, tryin' to put bullets into the back
Time an' time again I told them I didn't do it
An' they knew it but they still pursued it
So them motherfuckers blew it
So now I'm about to grab my shit
An' put them son of a bitches six feet under
'Cause I'm sick of runnin' from the motherfuckers
Turnin' tables 'cause I'm able, I ain't fallin' victim
Time to play a game, see the police watch me stick
'Cause I ain't runnin' from the P O L I C E, nay
Any motherfuckin' T I M E of day
They'll have to G U T a me off the S E T
An' my H double O D, fuckin' around with the B I G
They'll be in a G R A V E
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in the coffin, sir
You shouldn't have fuck with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin' shit an' get it on
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
Soft talking:
What can we do with all this fucking pain
Somebody stop the pain
Singing:
I finally look to paint a picture of my whole life
And for me to end it would be so nice
Somebody driving on this back street
So I could leave my shit all on the back seat
Cause I don't love my life no more
So I don't wanna fight no more
I felt this way before but it died out
So I shot my fucking eye out
Nobody understands mehelp
But I don't understand my self
I always find myself bein trapped
And my drugs that I take so I'm at
That point in my motherfuckin life
Where I don't wanna live a fuckin lie
I just wanna die
Chorus:
I just wanna die
I just wanna die
Let's go on a journey
Boldly go where no man has gone before
Verse 2:
Buckle up and lets take a ride
I want you to watch me commit suicide
We're headed for a place in a dark land
In desperate search of that dark man
But don't you move keep it right there
I wanna bring you smooth into my nightmare
Don't be afraid of watching life bleed
Explore my every thought, come out and sightsee
There's no man alive, that can promise breath
But once we arrive, I can promise death
And now were headed for the crossroads
Gettin deeper in the lost coves
And once we arrive
Close your motherfuckin eyes
Cause I'm about to die
Skit:
Will wake up
what, what, what, what man? damn you ain't been listenin man?
This shit is real, man, I don't give a fuck will, you payin attention
just drive nigga, damn? you listenin, will it's goin down, right fuckin now
I put the pistol to my temple
See the bullet in the chamber
Cocked it back and out of anger
I pulled the crack, see the shells jump out the side
Now I'm fallin back, I'm seein faces but they're all in black
I'm hearin sounds but I cant hear
I'm seein pictures in my head but they ain't clear
My every picture flashed at full speed
And now I'm feelin like I'm loosin my grips on all reality
But my reality's a battle g
And I was tired of havin talks with myself about mentality
End it all I stand tall apparently I wasn't patient enough to hear the man
Call
So now I leave myself to strive or die, but I've lost all my hopes inside,
And I just wanna die
Yo will wake the fuck up,
what, what, what, man, damn? man I'm talkin about killin myself man
wanna kill yourself? ? that's right I don't give a fuck
aight? what you think I'm playin
[all vocals are from the 1983 film "Scarface"]
All I have in this world is
All I have in this world is
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in - all I have in
All I have in this world is
All I have in this world is
All I have in this world is
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in this world is
Balls, balls, ba-ba-ball, ba-balls
Balls, balls, ba-ball, ba-ba-ba
Balls and my word [explosion]
Balls and my word [explosion]
Balls and my word - DON'T FUCK WITH ME!
Balls and my word [explosion]
Balls and my word - DON'T FUCK WITH ME!
Balls and my word [multiple explosions]
Balls and my word - DON'T FUCK WITH ME!
Balls and my word [multiple explosions]
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in - all I have in
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in - all I have in this world is
Balls, balls, ba-ba-ball, ba-balls
Balls, balls, ba-ball, ba-ba-ba
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in - all I have in
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in - all I have in this world is
Balls, balls, ba-ba-ball, ba-balls
Balls, balls, ba-ball, ba-ba-ba
Balls and my word [multiple explosions]
Balls and my word - you got nothin on me
Ba-balls and my word - you got nothin on me
Ba-balls and my word [multiple explosions]
First you get the money, then you get the power
Then when you - then when you - then when you get the money
You get you get you get the power
This town like a great big pussy just, waitin to get fucked
This town like a great big pussy just, waitin to get fucked
This-this, this-this-this
This town like a great big pussy just, waitin to get fucked
This-this-this-this-this
This town like a great big pussy just, waitin to get fucked
[multiple explosions]
SHAY HELLO TO MY LIL' FRIEND! [explosion]
SHAY HELLO TO MY LIL' FRIEND! [multiple explosions]
SHAY HELLO TO MY LIL' FRIEND! [multiple explosions]
SHAY HELLO TO MY LIL' FRIEND! [multiple explosions]
[multiple explosions over and over again]
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in - all I have in
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in this world is
All I have in this world is
All I have in this world is
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in this world is
All I have in this world is
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in - all I have in
All I have in this world is
DON'T-DON'T, D-D-DON'T, D-DON'T FUCK WITH ME!
DON'T-DON'T, DO-DON'T, DON'T, D-DON'T FUCK WITH ME!
[multiple explosions] SHAY HELLO TO MY
DON'T-DON'T, DO-DON'T, DON'T, D-DON'T FUCK WITH ME!
[multiple explosions] SHAY HELLO TO MY
[multiple explosions] SHAY HELLO TO MY
[multiple explosions] SHAY HELLO
[multiple explosions] SHAY HELLO
[explosion] SHAY [explosion] SHAY
[multiple explosion spaced apart]
SHAY HELLO TO MY LIL' FRIEND!
Ba-ba-ball, ball, ba-ball-ball
Balls and my word [explosion]
Balls and my word [explosion]
Balls [explosion] balls [explosion]
Balls and my word - DON'T FUCK WITH ME!
Balls and my word - you got nothin on me
Ba-balls and my word - you got nothin on me
Ba-balls and my word - you got nothin on me
Then-then when you get the money
Then when you get the money
Then when you get the money
Then when you get the money
Then when you get the money
Then when-then when-then when-then when
Then when you get the money-then when you get the money
Then when you get the money-then when you get the money
Then when you get the money-then when you get the money
Then when you get the money-then when you get the money you get the power
[beat drops out]
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in - all I have in
All I-all I-all I-all I-all I have in this world is
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in - all I have in
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in - all I have in this world is
You got nothin on me [echoes]
[explosion] SHAY HELLO [echoes]
TO MY [echoes]
All I have in this scar is balls (x6)
balls, right word (gunshot)
balls, right word (don't fuck with me)
balls, right word (gunshot)
balls, right word (don't fuck with me)
All I have in this scar.... (x10)
If he needed the money he give em pow (x2)
This town is like a great big pussy,
just waitin' to get fucked (x4)
Say hello to my little friend (x4)
(tons of gunshots)
All i have in this scar is balls (x6)
Don't fuck with me (x4)
(Gunshots)
Nowwwwwwwwwwww
You been lost your style, and your lyrics are foul
Yo you wannabe a bro, then let us show you how
Sucker frezer, party pleaser, not a bit of the whack
And Ready Red never lacks, because he's right and exact
He'll strip, and let it rip, so all you suckers start puffin
We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin
[sample of "you ain't nothin" repeats]
We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin
Al Capone ran Chicago, and we run rap
And like a sniper, we'll wipe ya, right off of the map
You're nothin more than confetti, you run with the wind
You wanna rumble with the mighty you can never pretend
To all you sap suckers out huffin, and puffin
We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin
[sample of "you ain't nothin" repeats]
We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin
Ready Red's our musician, me and Box are the writers
We're tearin down the place, like kung-fu fighters
Cause I'm fast, to give the party a boost
Kickin ass, like his oriental homeboy Bruce
So to all you imitators, who's only good for bluffin
Compared to the Geto Boys you ain't nothin
[sample of "you ain't nothin" repeats]
Cause we're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin
[sample of "you ain't nothin" repeats]
You rappers on the wax may say we're intruders
We're the future millionaires, what you say, ente-pe-neuters
Now Red's the gold digger, fast on the trigger
To keep you off his girly cause she's got a def figure
Jealousy's written, all over your face
Because you know - the Geto Boys are takin over the place
We're showin off a little bit because we're in that position
Braggin on our jockey because he's back on a mission
We're rulin - and schoolin - all you hip-hop clowns
Hope you've heard and observed all our super def sounds
And one day, you may be the one to be protestin
Compared to the Geto Boys, you ain't nothin
[sample of "you ain't nothin" repeats]
We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin
Boy to me you're mere dirt, that I sweep off the ground
Nothing's bad, but your breath, so comprehend to the sound
I'm criticizing you're despisin, the way I rock
It's not before cause you're the weakest faggot on your block
Right back in your mouth weak rhymes we'll stuff it
We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin
[ verse 1: grand wizard dj ready red ]
Can you take it? how can I be strong
When I see many things in the world is wrong?
You know the love in the hearts is a thing of the past
And living like this, how long can we last?
Some are content to the way things are
Well, not me, you know the road is far
Take off your blindfolds and start to see clear
Time's windin down, and the end is near
Me speaking fact not fiction, pay attention
Our world is in a critical condition
Understand prejudice is rumor and lies
And over this evil many people have died
You know what blood's been shed over he-said she-said
I don't let lies fill my head
But you say it's like that and the way it is
Well, that's my point, there's no love to give
I say
[ chorus ]
Why do we live this way?
You know the killin and fightin
Why do we live this way?
You know the love is gone
Why do we live this way?
Weak you have to be strong
Why do we live this way?
[ verse 2: grand wizard dj ready red ]
A family of five tryin to survive
They had 30 days till the welfare arrived
Father was gone and nowhere in sight
And to the little kids it just wasn't right
You know the mother was wise to hide the cries
Taught the kids well bout livin in hell
Took on the problems from day to day
And then at night to the lord she prayed
You know I'm livin in a world that doesn't even care
Too many damn problems for me to bare
Should I be strong or should I be weak?
Or just ride the problems, go from week to week
You know I read in the papers just the other day
About a lady who was killed, it went this way
Say little mrs. brown who never did a thing
Was shot and killed over a wedding ring
Yeah, it really was a shame, but who's to blame?
Cause it's just another story that the world's insane
You're sayin it's like that and the way it is
But that's my point, there's no love to give
[ chorus ]
Break it down
(children grow and women produce
And men go work, and some go stealin
Everyone's got to make a livin)
[ chorus ]
[Scarface]
Gangsters don't dance pop, we boogie on some hard shit
Fuck the V.I.P., we buy the bar
and it's a party goin on, but we came in here to close it
Twenty niggaz deep in the corner ready to roll shit
They dancin freaky, lookin sleazy as fuck
Ass bouncin everywhere, tryin to tease me with butt
But we ain't drinkin, we just chillin, we ain't sweatin these hoes
And I ain't here to answer questions, I'm just lettin you know
that if your cousin got a label or your partner can rap
Nigga cool, do your thizzle, give your partner some dap
But if you come up in this muh'fucker cappin in here
Man you ain't gon' believe what's fin' to happen in here
I'm a Southside nigga representin the good
For the North East and West side keepin it hood
Dirty wit it, I don't hesitate to put it to work
Pussy niggaz on that bullshit get put in the dirt
So recognize what I be about, I'm mobbin for life
Geto Boys back together bitch, we squabbin tonight
Got the whole hood ridin cause we keepin it street
FaceMob, Chuck boogie, Willie D to the beat
[Chorus: x2]
We don't dance, we boogie - ride, we boogie
Ball, we boogie - shine, we boogie
So up jump the boogie, and straight hood boogie
I'm a real nigga gangsters don't dance, we boogie
[Bushwick Bill]
Chuck Nice still in it, I ain't switchin it up
Weed smokin in the boys room, livin it up
Blue suits lookin stupid, I ain't givin a fuck
5th Ward, bloody nickel got me hittin it what
I'ma move it to the back, I wanna look at the show
See this chick I used to mash comin up through the do'
I approach her on some cool shit, I'm walkin her in
I'm in town for a minute and I'm wantin a friend
Fire up another phillie, steady feedin her lies
Eyes rollin to the back of her head, she was high
She was stupid like a snake, steady lickin her lips
{?} drugs up out the bird, so I pull out my dick
Started flashin at the party, I was drunk as a fuck
Full of weed, 'bout to conceive and twist it in public
'Til this chick walked in, said she's lovin the show
Started askin me to dance, I was tellin her noooooooo!
[Chorus]
[Willie D]
Walk through the do' and the DJ announce
Stop the motherfuckin music, Willie D in the house
He backed on it with my jam, that nigga was cool
He wasn't a bitch-ass ho like some of these fools
Keep the waitress on her toes, tipped her a bank
Northside niggaz just love to crank
Does any one of y'all fools up in here got a gripe?
We kickin y'all motherfuckin ass tonight
Come at me sideways, I don't care if you law
I'm a dot that eye, and check that jaw
Dragged across the bar top partner
Slam you on the dance flo' and stomp the shit out ya
Somebody give me a drink to calm me down
It can be Wild Turkey, gin or Crown
I like 'em big, don't fuck with malnourished chicks
Now shake that ass you dirty bitch
[Chorus]
Nigga! Side to side, drinkin hand, understand?
Y'all motherfuckin niggaz be, backin that thang up, runnin hoppin
Whistle while you twerkin and, motherfuckin sissy-boyin
This goes out to you H O E's
Swangin' on the nuts of us motherfuckin' G's
You ain't never seen a nigga like me baby
Big Mike aka Big D D
Big dick daddy, droppin' you hoes in the sack
Bustin' nut after nut on your motherfuckin' back
If your nigga wants to make love to you, cool let a nigga know
'Cause a nigga like myself just wanna fuck you hoe
And if you don't want him to know I won't snitch
You can be his girl but you know you'll always be my bitch
My freak my hoe my tramp my moneymaker
Keep yo bitch right or a nigga like myself will take a smooth
Off the S L A B
And why you trippin' you know your bitch will be rollin' with me
So to ladies and everyone throughout your crew
Give a smile in the mean watch out
This dick is for you
I, bitch I just want to fuck you
Dick, sucked the whole night through
Ass, licked as if I was a star
This dick is for you baby, wherever you are, hey
Bitches I scoop them up like jacks
Stack them like racks and send them home with their pussy off tracks
'Cause they be figuring me to be a light weight
But if it gets 'em into the bed, then that's okay
'Cause when I get them, I'm doin' damage to that pussy hole
Not only do I fuck the body but I fuck the soul
What other nigga do you know that can handle this
Hijack the pussy from the back and dismantle it
It sounds kind of difficult but it ain't
The only difficulty that occurs is when the pussy's stank
'Cause then I'm a have to send you home and throw you in a ditch
Or leave you for the garbage man you unsanitary bitch
So spread your legs wide open boo
And let a nigga like me get down 'cause this dick is for you
I, bitch I just want to fuck you
Dick, sucked the whole night through
Ass, licked as if I was a star
This dick is for you baby, wherever you are, hey
Bitches say I talk bad 'cause I'm real
And to me expressin' myself is tellin' a bitch just how I feel
I had a couple of women in my life but yo
In 1992 I realized that they was hoes
'Cause hoes will straight up do hoe shit
Bitches even more shit and ladies will give you no shit
So I kicked back and played the hand that I was dealt
Peep game in the mix and let these hookers play them self
'Cause 80 percent of the bitches I meet ain't shit
But money bandits, I front like I'm giving up bank
Stick dick in they ass, and leave 'em stranded
But for women, I got a better tactic 'cause I love them
They come to Mr. Brad 'cause their mistreated by their husbands
So I hook up shit to make it right just call me tonight
And I'll make sure that everything runs tight
'Cause if he don't appreciate you boo the way that I do
You need to let him run back to his crew
'Cause he don't understand what you goin' through
But regardless to who I screw
This dick is for you
I, bitch I just want to fuck you
Dick, sucked the whole night through
Ass, licked as if I was a star
Big mike:
This goes out to you h-o-es
Swangin on the nuts of us motherfuckin gs
You ain't never seen a nigga like me baby
Big mike aka big d d
Big dick daddy
Droppin you hoes in a sec
Bustin nut after nut on your motherfuckin back
If your nigga wants to make love to you, cool let a nigga know
Cause a nigga like myself just wana fuck you hoe
And if you don't want him to know I won't snitch
You can be his girl but you know you'll always be my bitch
My freak my hoe my tramp my moneymaker
Keep yo bitch right or a nigga like myself will take a smooth
Off the s-l-a-b
And why you trippin you know your bitch will be rollin with me
So to ladies and everyone throughout your crew
Give a smile in the mean watch out
This dick is for you
Chorus:
I, bitch I just want to fuck you
Dick, sucked the whole nigh through
Ass, licked as if I was a star
This dick is for you baby
Wherever you are, hey
Bushwick:
Bitches I scoop them up like jacks
Stack them like racks and send them home with their pussy off tracks
Cause they be figuring me to be a light weight
But if it gets to be in the bed than that's ok
Cause when I get them, I'm doin damage to that pussy hole
Not only do I fuck the body, but I fuck the soul
What other nigga do you know that can handle this
Hijack the pussy from the back and dismantle it
It sounds kind of difficult, but it ain't
The only difficulty that occurs is when the pussy's stank
Cause then I'm a have to send you home and throw you in a ditch
Or leave you for the garbage man you unsanitary bitch
So spread your legs wide open boo
And let a nigga like me get down, cause this dick is for you
Chorus:
Scarface:
Bitches say I talk bad cause I'm real
And to me expressin myselfis tellin a bitch just how I feel
I had a couple of women in my life but yo
In 1992 I realized that they was hoes
Cause hoes will straight up do hoe shit
Bitches even more shit
And ladies will give you no shit
So I kicked back and played the hand that I was dealt
Pete gave me the mix and let these hookers play themself
Cause 80 percent of the bitches I meet ain't shit but money bandits
I front like I'm givin them? ?
To dickin that ass and leavin them standin
But for women, I got a better tactic cause I love them
They come to mr. brad cause their mistreated by their husbands
So I hook up shit to make it right
Just call me tonight
And I'll make sure that everything runs tight
Cause if he don't appreciate you boo
The way that I do
You need to let him run back to his crew
Cause he don't understand what you goin through
But regardless to who I screw
This dick is for you
[Intro: Scarface Talking]
Legalizing an abortion, ain't that a bitch? !
Ugh, ugh...
[Scarface:]
These busted ass whores are going crazy
You might as well take up plugs before you make babies
And watch their motherfucking brains, stupid
And take the rep for the murder you did, you son of a bitch
Cause killing babies ain't gank
Cause your mamma would've flushed your ass down her ass crack
You dump ass whores with no hope for it
Killing babies ain't shit, you're on work for it
They're just trying to wipe her ass out
Cause the niggaz be the ones with their bellies all poked out
And even like to be the desolate by another
You need to pass me a gat, and let me kill some of you motherfuckers
That's why I'm clear with [? ] niggaz
But this world would be fucked if it was ran by you stupid bitches
At least give the kids a chance
And if you're going unprotected, keep your pussy in your panties
Cause you whores will get the Guillotine
If I would adjust for one of you bitches killing off the unseen
[Bushwick Bill:]
What the fuck is this protesting?
Legalizing killing babies and shit with no question
Police beating up the freeze cutie
Cause they were praying for the unseen dead bodies
And us niggaz ain't playing that game, bitch
Fuck George Bush, fuck the court that laying shit
And While I'm at him fuck way too
Little murdered more innocents cause they cooperated bitch you
Get the dick out of your mouth
And wake up because you're sending these kids to the slaughter house
Instead of sending out niggaz to the meets cutter
You need to send some of these gay motherfuckers
Ugh, now listen to me ladies: Howcome you're killing them?
But don't pity your little babies
Now, think about that!
They bring your ass some blood wrapped up in a paper sack
Wake up from this motherfucking dream
[Scarface:] And Do what?
And Stop killing the unseen
[Big Mike:]
Prat got pregnant, now she is off to the bathroom
To get the baby socked out of her ass with the vaccum
Label her killer, hide and induct her ass doing in
Shouldn't had your ass out screwing, bitch
Unprotected, getting that sperm injected
Now, you wanna cry cause you're pregnant!
They need to pass the bill
To stop all these babies getting killed
PBs getting pregnant fudge thrill
But they won't stop it
Cause everybody is in it for a profit
Politicians looking at thier pockets
And this shit is sissiness
People getting whipped due this baby killing business
We need to get a grip and chill
And stop sending our unseen to the killing field
[Interlude: Scarface]
Ugh, and you know what Big Mike?
We gotta talk about... these niggaz who, you know...
Let these girls go through this shit though, right? !
You know what I'm saying?
Now, break that shit off
[Big Mike:]
What's happening my nigga; what's happening my man?
I know what you're thinking, I know your motherfucking plan
Run, run, run from your motherfucking duties
Didn't want the baby but you wanted the bitch's booty
[Scarface:]
Fuck her then forgot her, get her right but then you'll quit her
Told her have an abortion or you ain't getting back with her
[Big Mike:]
Another baby dying, another bitch crying
Another nigga lying when he needs to be frying
[Scarface:]
For going in the murder, he never meant to hurt her
But now she had the baby, all he did was desert her
[Big Mike:]
Xed her out, kicked her to the curb and dumped her
Dumb motherfucker, ain't you heard of a rubber
And if not a rubber, respite the bulleting
[bushwick bill]
And fuckin two of the finest bitches around g;
It used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me
Constantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin
Ridin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin
Now I'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life
I'm missin that excitement
Thinkin about, how these two girls could excite me
Then it hit me -- both of them liked me
Huh, haha, yeah that's the lick
Listen and learn, while I kick some more serious shit
Diggin deep into my mind, you understand
I came up with a dope-ass master plan
Thinkin while I sip on a 40
I got it! i'ma throw myself a private party
I called up one, and said, "whassup?
What's goin on? " she said, "nuthin much"
I said, "hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha
She thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too"
She thought about it and said, "cool, it's on"
Pick me up at eight -- then I hung up the phone
I called up the other, dropped a little know-how
Kicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style
Then I dropped the second step of my plan
Asked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man?
("say what? ") it's just a question, I'm not out to diss you
She said, "yeah baby it's cool, but yo, I'm heterosexual"
She was frontin man, trust me
Cause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy
When we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over
Then she puts it in her mouth
Now after doin that type of shit
She could be talkin the other things real quick
I said, "i got another friend, I wanna party with
And we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun
You know baby? hahaha!
Consider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one"
She said, "okay it's a date
I gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight"
"huh, better make it eight thirty! give me some time to wash up,
And take a bath because I'm kinda dirty"
Before she hung up the phone, I said, "wait!
If you wasn't special to me, I wouldn'ta invited you on the date"
She said, "yeah, I know - I love you see you later"
Things are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater
Pick em up, then I make em feel comfortable
Crackin jokes, as if I was cliff huxtable
Get into the crib, things are hype
Fix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right
But not too much cause I don't wanna make em woozy
Thirty minutes later, let's jump into the ja'causezi
One said, "i didn't even bring a swimsuit"
The other said, "don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite you;
Cause I don't have one either.."
The shit was gettin dope! I had to take a breather
Step into the water and it's showtime
I'm a nigga -- so I gots to go for mine
But the key's to have patience
But with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be anxious?
But I kept my cool, grinnin like a devil
Know I'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level
Hayeah yeah yeah, I'm just your typical horny little devil
I make them both suck on my chest like mr. slick
Then I took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick
Now I got one on the dick, one on the nipples
Squeezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!
Then another smooth move real quick
I pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick
Now they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop
In and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop?
Oooh! suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole
I'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes
Then back up to the chest again - yes!
Everything is cool, cause I'm the best my friend
Now they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die
Jimmy pushed both of their heads together
Now they kissin one another - oooh!
Fifty minutes later, they were eatin each other
I got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me
And I'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked g
But after time went by, yo
You know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines
And I shoulda won a fuckin medal
For takin both of these bitches, to the other level
Bushwick bill, the other level, part one
Listen and learn, and you'll be aight
Geto boys outta here, 1991
Still, kill
Still, kill
Back up in your ass with the resurrection
Is the group harder than an erection
That shows more affection
They wanna ban us on Capitol hill
'Cause it's die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas
All along it was the Geto, nothin' but the Geto
Takin' short steps one foot at a time and keep my head low
And never let go
'Cause if I let go, then I'll be spineless
I'm goin' insane
I think my mind just goes outta control
And judge your subjects muthafuckas read about
I touch on the shit that they be leavin' out
I seen this muthafucka's 9 smokin'
I seen the same nigga with the 9 die with his eyes open
And simply what this means is
He didn't know that every dog had his day
Until' he seen his
I bet you muthafuckas will too
Because it's die muthafucka, die muthafucka still fool
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool
(I-I-I think it's somethin' in the water man, it's just
Gotta be in the air)
Ahh fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree again
With guillotines for men
I walk around town with a frown on my face
Fuck the whole world, gonna catch a murder case
The murder rate
May increase if your caught up in the world
While it's dyin', I guarentee you're fryin' 'cause I am
On the verge of knockin' muthafuckas out for no reason
Once I get down there'll be no breathin' it seems when
Muthafuckas wanna calm down, put his palm down
Seems I gots to lay the law down
Now it's on pow what you wanna do? I'm askin' you
Step to face I'll break your ass in two, bastard you
Rather swim in some fuckin' hot tar
Before you fuck with Willie D 'cause what I got for
Your ass will make you shit your meal
'Cause it's die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still
How many niggas brought they irons tonight?
(Tell me)
How many niggas wanna ride tonight?
(I do)
Pick out our victims when the time is right
We get they ass up off the corner 'cause they dyin' tonight
Niggas be all up in my mug
But it's a different story when them muthafuckas coughin' up blood
(When he died, lookin' in his eyes, was he as he cried?)
I bust another cap in his ass and he died, time is 5
Niggas be shootin' the gift like they for real
But when it jumps, they ain't got no murder skills
So Bill just, chops 'em down, watch 'em fall
And cut their ass head to toe, jaw to jaw
But I'm-a make your bitch ass holla
'Cause I'm-a put a hole in your head
The size of a half a dolla
(Fuck around and get your cap peeled 'cause this is)
Die muthafucka, die muthafucka, kill
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still
Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool
[Scarface samples]
[Intro/Chorus:]
I hate that snitch, I hate that snitch [x3]
I hate that snitch, I hate that sniiiiiiitch~!
[Verse 1:]
Now listen up, all you hustlers - I got a story or two
I got to tell you 'bout these snitches, because they're snitchin on you
See we're known for 5th Ward and we take no jive
You're like a cat - but guess what - you don't have nines lives, and
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
NOW, you've, GOT, too
Beware of the snitch - homeboy they smile in your face
Within a few damn hours, he'll piss all over the place
You've got some snitches, homeboy and that's without doubt
But when the press comes out, he'll end up snitchin himself
Because I robbed, I stole, yo and Red got away
We all got got, you know why, because of snitchin away, and
[Chorus]
[Scarface samples]
[Verse 3:]
And there's, snitches everywhere, and they brought in two
You got caught, crackin and they told on you
But me and dis homeboy was real cool you know
I took his girlie off with me and she gave me a blow
Now just imagine what happened, the very next day
The other fella snitched us on because they couldn't get no play, and
[Chorus]
[Verse 4:]
This is the end homeboy, well it's last but not least
Jukebox is gonna hip you to the jams we seek
Do-do-do-do-do-do you know that dance - yeah they call it the wop
But those snitches have a dance they call the crimstop, and
[Chorus]
[Scarface: samples]
"I never trusted him, I never trusted him, I never trusted him"
Yo let's find the competition
So I can destroy
The wack mc's who claim they're
Headed for stardom
They think I can't subtract
The car 'dallac will come back,
Wax and tax da part
Bought back the track that was lost
I kept, these suckers are gone
D.j. Action is back
D.j. Action is hard
Put rhymes together are clever
Tougher than leather however
Mc's of tropical feathers
Don't claim to battle- I'm better
Mcs died by the dozen
Said they was dope but they wasn't
Now I'm tellin you cousin
Get off my jock, cause you buggin
Got a rhyme let's get tour
Gave you a chance but you blew it
You fell a geek an I knew it
Action is back so don't do it.
See, I perfected perfection
Give me some time, jus a second
So I can rhyme my selection
My rhymes will burning...
You see I've seen and I saw
A lot of fiends on the draw
Tryin' to get with the king
Cool out the king's on the floor
It's time to cool and I chill
It's time to school and I kill
If you're down for the fill
Jus let me know and I will
Come around for the brawl
Some m.c.'s bank but...
They crumple up like toy
Because my mission is to seek and destroy
Here it comes
The voice of the invincible
You're gettin dumb
Come now, let's be sensible
You couldn't hang with the master mind
Of records... shit
So get a grip and come equioped
Cause I'm gonna show the real meaning of a massacre
A mad man, disaster
Cause I is da great one.
I'll never 'fess unless the best
Puts the great to test
An I'm gonna jus watch 'em
Crumple up just like a leave in December
Cut em tough
And yell 'timber! '
And afta the pathc is clear
I stand
The immortal survivor Action
I can't be stopped cause
I'm gonna rock until you drop
So full of action
That you'll get dizzy then you'll pop
I'm the mastermind and not a toy
And my mission
Is to seek and destroy
I come equipped
Ready for a? wide? war
Mc's get flipped
One at at time over
And over, flogged and fleeced
The punks get beat
They can't compete
Do't try to make me slip
I'm gonna speak
I'll break and take the fake
Who claimed to make the place
To dominate 'cha mate
From state to state
Away from the states
You makin and then begin to ache
The head
More like an earthquake
Lyrics begin to penetrate,
To spin, the wind that breaks
The skin
You evaporate!
That's when I'm gonna have to make
A jam to hold my own
Because I control the zone
A rap
Step off, I'm on the microphone
If you test the best
Go check arrests and ask the press
How many hands were put to rest
And Act' will just go get my w?
And hit the ses'
And still be posin a threat.
Cause I'm the mastermind and not a toy
And my mision is to
Seek and destroy.
Let me continue or should I say finish this?
This is a dope jam.
Though Some are wishin' this
Will be the last that ya heard of the Act'
But I'll be back
To attack on another track
But until then you all follow the dream
Peace!
Now let me hear ya scream.
Eh Yo Red, cut that up real funky for me
Ya know what I'm sayin?
Cause this is the Geto Boys dope jam
Of '89 rockin' it all the way into the '90s
And to the entire rap-a-lot family
D, Act, and the Geto boys say "Peace! "
Suicide, it's a suicide...
[scarface]
Retaliation is a must
Leavin' opposition in the dust
In mob we trust, fuckin' with us gon' get your bust
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
You will die, nigga, you will die
Just like your homeboy did
When we teed off on him
And since you want drama, we fend the weed off the corner
And when I ride
All these niggas better ride
So if you hoes got pride
Then bring your asses outside
And let me say your bad side
But don't you never let me see you sweat
I'm leaving motherfuckers silhouettes - wet
And you can take that as a treath
But i'ma make the promise
These nigga here is comin'
Sick enough to let to make a maggot vomit
With the intentions to retaliate
Illuminatin', then evacuate
Fuck the tear drops on the casket tops
Just open up with shots from the plastic glock
That leave your ass get got
It's all about gettin' even
Get them muthafuckas when you see 'em
Stop em from breathin
[007]
Retaliation
Look at all the heat that you're facing
15 niggas agg in your living room waiting
Passin out shit, bags
Click clacks - toe tags
We came and we kicked that ass
Who run this? double-o-seven
Out of 17 and guaranteed to get eleven
I guess you think you're safe
Sorry that you did it
Hoe, it's too late
Bitch, you shouldn'ta did it
One by one niggas get they ass done
Pussy make me laugh, nigga, money make me come
Nigga set for life
All on this in pay-per-view
? callin? shots make you call yo' whole fuckin' crew
We gotcha
[madd dogg]
I ain't playin with this one, pass the pistol
Warriors come out the play when we whistle
What's that sound? is that them - in the background?
I let the mac clown and shut this whole set down
Rap-a-lot mafia's murderous circle
We kill em done, go get your guns
None survive when I scream the die-die
It's the mister from the free time the dum-dum
Retaliation is a must
Who in the fuck gave you muthafuckas the nuts
To try to buck
Wanna bust? nigga what? !
It's dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, in the back is where the pistols pump
I lift em up, gives a fuck
I'm quick to bust
Hit 'em up, get 'em up
Once I send 'em up
Now ? ? ? get enough of my gangsta stuff
Retaliation is a muthafuckin' must
[k.b.]
I stumbled out the club ? ? ? ?
Drunk as fuck
And plus my visions is blurry
My face swoll' the fuck up
Clothes all muddy
It was buddy
From last week who I got into that argument
With - came back with his click
Muthafuckas in some deep shit
And so they asses got to pay
Make my way to a pay phone and hit j.
"hey, I just got jumped on
I'm over here at ? ? ?
It's the mob that ? ? to the brain to the gathor
A few minutes later
I saw the muthafuckin' hummer
Here comes big chief
Mac-11, ready to bomb a
Cock suckers
? ? ? niggas
Was gonna touch 'em
Muthafuck' the law
They ass went up, my nigga bust 'em
This is my biz
Kill 'em all
Don't leave no witness
Make you muthafuckas wishin' you wouldn'ta you done this
Handle your business
You violated my probation
Had to fry they ass like bacon
FaceMob in the house
Chuck Nice
Willie D y'all
Uh-huh
I guess I'll open it up
Y'know?
[Scarface]
It's on, ring the alarm
Got a full metal jacket and the P7 I'm clutchin in my palm
When the first shot ring out, the last man standin
be the last man they bring out, ain't nobody starin
Niggaz is gettin somewhere they know the gunner ain't for play
He got some niggaz in the parkin lot sparkin off the AK
So rat-tat-tat, tat 'til yo' ass hit the motherfuckin flo'
What that FaceMob lookin like ho?
You want drama, I'ma send it at you full speed pussy
The last of this motherfuckin species, push me
When it's on end your life, fuck who wrong you was right
You the nigga center stage, better go and get a stripe
Cause tonight, you fucked with big dawgs but they bite
Now I'm at you with a vengeance nigga, go and grab the mic
I don't threaten motherfuckers in the booth, I'm the truth
I was out there in the hood, nigga where the fuck was you?
[Chorus 2X: Scarface]
I'm quick to introduce niggaz to real nigga shit
I don't bullshit with niggaz, I kill niggaz quick
Face the motherfuckin facts, you a rapper I'm a killer
I'm respected in these streets cause I'm a real-ass nigga
[Willie D]
I don't pay too much attention, to a nigga with lip
As long as the dawg barkin, he can't bite shit
They got yo' record in the store you fuckin clown
They got my motherfuckin record downtown
Stop crook, everybody know you mushy
You transparent, and I can see you pussy
Pussy, pussy pussy, up in your drawers
All you need is some weed and alcohol
Bitch niggaz get dusted, I'm here to stay so get adjusted
If I can see it, I can bust it
You can round up every motherfucker you know
But when the time say so, I'ma get wit'chu ho
I know you prayin that protection talk gon' get you saved
But nigga you ain't doin nuttin but diggin your grave
And you talk about that gangsta shit, it's so funny
If a nigga think you real, I'm the motherfuckin Easter Bunny
All that bullshit you talkin I don't buy all that
I hit yo' ass in the head with a car jack
Rat-a-tat tat 'til your dick-suckin ass twitch
Now what that Willie D lookin like, bitch?
[Chorus]
[Bushwick Bill]
Now which one of y'all niggaz got beef with me?
Ain't none of y'all motherfucker more street than me
Y'all some ho-ass niggaz, Mo'-ass niggaz
Mario Winans "I Don't Wanna Know" ass niggaz
Too timid to check a hoe-ass niggaz
Washin dishes and moppin the flo' ass niggaz
Meet 'em on the po'ch, shut the do' ass nigga
Fo'-fo' calico totin ass niggaz
Fuck with Bushwick, and watch your push get
pushed back to the white meat, motherfucker
No doubt we pack heat, motherfucker
Lift yo' ass off your feet motherfucker
FaceMob make music to driveby to
Fuck with me I'll have you lookin out one eye too
Now listen to a real nigga spit
A small introduction to some real nigga shit
(oh my goodness!)
(hit it)
[ verse 1: willie d ]
Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict
Somebody finna get they ass kicked
If you ain't down with the geto boys
Get your happy ass outta dodge
The rumors you heard ain't slander
Willie d don't give a fuck about a goddamn by-stander
So when you see me clutch my fist
Get out the way or get t-rolled, bitch
I'm inclined to physically whip your ass
But if you wanna blast
Make a muthafuckin motion like you wanna reach
And you gon' have a damn funeral next week
>from the hardest to the softest
For me to beat a nigga down is a day at the office
See, my appearance is so damn fly
It makes em say, "hm - he's a nice guy"
So a nigga try to play me like a hoe
Oh-oh, oh shit, damn, that's a no-no
I get dead on his ass, so when I'm strikin
He bet no fall, or i'ma make his ass read these nikes
(oh my goodness!)
[ verse 2: willie d ]
You read these nikes, cause you're fucked up, punk
Here's the definition of gettin your ass stomped
(I'm a nigga insane kickin ass extremely)
So you weak-ass hoes keep dreamin
Bushwick, can I get a witness?
(fuck yeah, nightquil that sickness!)
Yeah, and when I form this gesture
Don't call mama, cause the bitch can't help ya
Better yell for a paramedic
Or somethin that nature, cause i'ma try to break ya
Ass into muthafuckin particles
Let's see if I can get you in a newspaper article
To hell with emotions
I don't stop till I cream a muthafucka like lotion
Remorse - what the fuck is that?
I beat your mama ass and go get a six-pack
Gettin mild, I don't play that shit
Fuck havin mercy on a goddamn bitch
Nigga get beat, oh mama
But if she fucks with me
Her ass is gonna read these nikes
[ bushwick bill ]
Yo d, I saw the way you stomped that muthafucka
And left your trademark upside his head
[ will ]
Yeah man, that was one of my ? ? ? nikes
I usually leave the whole muthafuckin logo
[ verse 3: willie d ]
I don't give a fuck who you hang with, trick
Friends ain't shit when you're gettin your ass kicked
But if your buddies wanna get in my mix
Chop-chop ( *gunfire* ) yo, bitch
It ain't nothin but a mere formality
Every sucker muthafucka is a casualty
I kick ass, you won't ever diss
Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoeprint
>from muthafuckas done donated blood to the kid
Now do you wanna make a bid?
I didn't think so, cause I'd have yo
Ass screamin just like a damn hoe
When I hit ya in your goddamn mouth
And show you what a real nigga's all about
When I dispose of your ass like waste
And nothin but my shoe is in your muthafuckin face
You're readin these nikes
Look at you now, muthafucka!
(oh shit!)
Look at...
(oh! aw, hold up, man
Hold up, shit, aw, come on...
Alright, man, alright, I quit, man
I quit, alright - aw shit)
...fuck with me!
(oh man)
(hit it)
[ verse 4: willie d ]
Here's an incident that got me sent to the slammer
I'm at the club rappin to this hella hammer
This bitch was holy, severely cut
So I'm rappin to her, right? to see if she'll fuck
I never asked if she was taken, cause honestly
That type of shit don't matter to me
Just when we was leavin out the goddamn door
Some trick-ass nigga fronted me bout the whore
I let the fool file with a diss or two
But the nigga kept pushin the goddamn issue
So I pulled out the 9mm
And bust his ass in the head, you could see the
Blood gushin out his goddamn skull
He played hisself, now his ass gettin drugged
I was charged with aggravated assault
But before I got off his ass
...i made him read these nikes
Click click bang he, he, he
I'm sick of niggaz trying to shoot the big six
But when the shit jumps off the nigga plays the big bitch
And that's the problem with the nation of blacks
Too slow with your motherfucking hands so you grab your gats
And listen to the gangsta music
You got a glock-ten in your lap but you scared to use it
You's a motherfucking stud
Letting all your homies know you bought another gun
Suppose they tried to pack you, dropped your dick in the dirt
And know exactly how to send it at you
Trying to work your way into the big clique
And that's the main reason young niggaz die quick
Living in this fast shit and trying to have a bad bit
But what you niggaz know about a bank roll
Tricking off the money you made with them stank hoes
Think about it quick quick and raise up bitch
Now the niggaz I run with are down brothers
And ready to die for a motherfucker
So when you want to step mate
I'm a bust you dead in your ass with this twelve gauge
I ain't your ordinary villain
Some niggaz was born dying I was born killing
So gather up your army G
'Cos that's what it's going to take to stop a nigga like me
'Cos I'm coming at you full force nigga
I hope you got some real niggaz on the trigger
'Cos I be rolling like a hustler
And since you got gats you better use them motherfuckers
Sparking nines at a drastic pace
Taking orders from a motherfucking basket case
So when my nine goes pop
Boy you better shit and get your ass up off the pot
Fuck 'em up listen to my glock click
Now raise up bitch
So niggaz don't fuck with me
'Cos I'm a run the whole ninety motherfucking three
And the rest of the years to come
So bitches bring it on if you motherfuckers want some
And I'm a break you off a big piece
'Cos niggaz can't fuck with the big chief
Attention motherfuckers about face
Salute the one that the people call scarface
Still quick to hit them up, quick to get them up
Quick to not give a fuck, never bringing the false shit
I left the mic for a year and I still ain't lost it
Still running them down, gunning them down
Yeah, 'cos real niggaz going to clown
So put your crown on since you're bigger
And let me take care of my business nigga
The bigger the nigga the bigger the cap
The bigger the bullet the bigger the fucking gatt
So step up with that hoe shit and I'm a empty the whole clip
Ain't no running like a rabbit
'Cos I'm a let you motherfuckers have it
Let the motherfucker blast
And bring your hat to your motherfucking ass
'cos niggaz ain't true to it, you're new to it
And don't know what to do to it
But I ain't never had that kind of luck
Shit, tired as..
Need some pussy badder than a motherfucker.
See if this bitch is home.
(Dialing)
(Ringing)
(Girl) - Hello?
(Scarface) - Hello darlin' how you feelin'? It's Sax.
(Girl) - Fine, how are you?
(Scarface) - Ahh, just maxin'
(Girl) - Been thinking of you.
(Scarface) -Yeah? Well let's get together.
(Girl) - Okay.
(Scarface) - Let me take me a shit, and I'ma meet 'cha at 11. Oh yo, bring a friend, I gotta buddy wit me.
(Girl) - Ain't got no friend.
(Scarface) - What?!
(Girl) - Just come and get me.
(Scarface) - I guess you know what's up.
(Girl) - Yeah I know what's up.
(Scarface) - I ain't down for a love affair, I just wanna fuck.
(Girl) - Better come get me.
(Scarface) - Yo, don't bullshit me, she thinks I wanna long one, but I just want a Quickie.
Knocked on her window, didn't wanna wake her parents. Came to the door and the bitch was just starin'
(Scarface) - Come on girl. Yo what the fuck is up?
(Girl) - Why you rushing?
(Scarface) - You rollin' with a nigga bitch or what?
Walked out lookin' kinda sexy, jumped in the vehicle, and you know what happened next D. Took her about an hour to get hot, but once I got her started it was hard to make her stop. She started making noises, and then the heavy breathing, I started suckin' the tits, and rubbin' the pussy. Easy Ha ha ha, yeah.
But anyway.
She was more like beggin', and pleadin' for the fuckin', unzipped my trousers, and then started suckin'. Had me sayin' shit, I grabbed her by the sweater, she wanna lick my booty, I guess I better let her. Once I came I didn't want the bitch to kiss me, she thought I wanted a long one but I only wanted a Quickie. Ha ha ha ha ha ha, Word. Yeah.
Drove her back home, she was lookin' kind of frantic. I gave the bitch some dick, I couldn't understand it.
(Scarface) - Ay yo, what's the problem?
(Girl) - I didn't even cum, I shoulda stayed home.
(Scarface) - Yeah, but I'da still got me some. Pull it together, get your shit and go.
She looked me in my eyes, shook her head and said NO. She'd of killed me if I didn't fuck her right, so I got on that ass and fucked the pussy all night. She was cumming hectic two nuts at a time, it really didn't mater, 'cause man, this bitch was fine. She was slippin' off the seat so I caught her, The girl had the looks that made me wanna fuck her harder, grabbed me by my head, she was moanin' and prayin', opened up some more, and fucked her in the ass. The bitch was gettin' married, but all that shit was fine, I gave the girl a fuckin' that would last a life time.
Oooooh, when I get home, my girl is gonna get me, it turned into a long one but I only wanted a Quickie.
[Chorus]
I'll be damned if I'ma live without it
I'm penitentiary real until the day I die
I'll pull a fuckin heist.. snatch away your fuckin life
Shake the dice, sell rocks, flip bricks
Print up some motherfuckin counterfeit
It's too cold
When you made a big knot and your heartbeat stops
And they throw you in a box and you ain't got nothin to show
[Willie D]
They say the first law of nature, is self-preservation
Fuck a PlayStation, my bills don't vacation
Got a mac-11, holdin up a bankin center
If they follow my instructions, they might make it home for dinner
Cake-ass nigga in the club, bottle poppin
.. make me wanna pop him, heh
He bought a drink, flashed his knot, now he dearly departed
Broke as I was, that nigga had to be retarded
Stung him in the cabbage with that semi-automatic
Jacked his chain and his watch, and rifled through his {?}
I'll kill ya dead, rich or po', grown or a youngster
I ain't Cody Scott, but I can be a +Monster+
Call me a sinner, but know what's funny?
So is the dude that you give your money to on Sundays
Like my grandmother, she paid her tithe, sold her place and picked up folks
for the church and died broke, with nothin to show
[Chorus]
[Willie D]
You can talk that hot shit if you want to
But it don't tell me what you won't do
When you're down on your luck and nobody gives a fuck
Bill collectors on your heels and they repo'n your wheels
I done had money, been broke and had it again
Anythang I do twice, I can do it again
Look how many niggaz who done sold drugs all this time
That's doin a bunch of years are back in the hood and ain't got a dime
Ain't no excuse for it, go on be a man and admit it
That come from cappin, buyin cars and trickin bitches
I ain't tryin to knock your hustle homey, that ain't cool
But get your money, clean it up, and get the fuck on fool
Cause your friends just wanna stunt and these hoes just want your bread
And the fed is gonna hunt and these niggaz'll blow your head
behind beef, or a fake say, dude knew your face
So you murdered him, but ain't got nothin to show
[Chorus]
[Willie D]
I'll be God damned if I'ma be that old nigga that live
60 plus years and leave nothin but bills
"Mind Playin Tricks" still playin on the box
And I'm sittin on the porch in sweats and some mismatched dress socks
Yeah right! Before I go out like a busta
I get all my fuckin guns and kill ALL you motherfuckers
I ain't gon' be that cat that's broke so he blows his brain
I'ma be the one to kill the armored truck driver if anythang
Fuck the fame I want the dough cause when times get drastic
You cain't take a fuckin ego to the bank and cash it
I'm not impressed with your big house and expensive whip
If you can't pay cash you can't afford the shit
They say heaven got what I'm needin, but just in case it don't exist
I'm gettin my flowers while I'm breathin
But ain't gon' be like Sammy Davis and Redd Foxx
When Willie D check up out this bitch he goin out on top
[Chorus]
I told you, I was gon' give you somethin to think about
Shit, even if I fuck off all the money I made
Nigga I'ma still God damn be paid at the end
Cause guess what? Got that life insurance policy, hahaha
Shit that motherfucker there's, better than playin the lottery
You guaranteed to hit
Babies they can come up like instant millionaires
I tell you right now my baby's an instant millionaire
Nigga you understand what I'm sayin?
Some of y'all sucka busta ass nigga
Y'all don't understand that kind of shit
Y'all like, worry about the bitch
Spendin the money on this nigga and that nigga and all this shit
Nigga drivin your car, livin in your house
[Intro: DJ Ready Red scratching quotes below w/echoes]
The Negro, the negro still... is not free
[Scarface:] No Sell out!
The Negro, the negro still... is not free
[Scarface:] No Sell out!
[Willie D:]
Here's another Geto Boys' release
I came to teach to those I didn't reach
On the jail, with a clean cut so
Don't give me no joke about the radio
Kids play where the sun don't shine
I think it's time to Public knew the time
Rap Music, they're trying to band it
Cause blacks are getting paid and they can't stand it
They say we're too violence for an instance
But why in the hell just Rock still an existence?
I'm a tell you why it still remains like the cord of the hang
Cause it's a white thing
This is a tag on the black sound
It's just one more plot to keep brother/man down
I ain't with this, God is my witness
Somebody better tell those folks I mean business
And it ain't no sell out
[Chorus: DJ Ready Red scratching the quote below]
Black man, stand up!
Somebody has to speak the truth against it
Black man, stand up!
Somebody has to speak the truth against it
[Willie D:]
Public Enemy was dissed by the industry
Cause the people they trusted is sold out to the...
Opposition and superstition
The foundation wasn't sound for the mission
They said the group did something wrong
But that's a lie, you heard the songs
They ain't curse black to excel
And when that happens, people'll get scared as hell
Call the Police they got rob
Right under that nose, it have to be an inside job
And who was that clown for Washington?
The son of a bitch who tripped across Tom
I ain't talking about the provident brother
This particular chumpas our color
Got a scoop on the group and he ran
Lock him up for impersonating the black man!
Uncle Tom, you want some?
Rap-A-Lot ain't the one, find another son
PE give me five, show them what you got
FIGHT THE POWER! -> Public Enemy
Ain't no sell out
[Break:]
[Scarface:]
Yo D, I'm mad as hell, man
Every time the black man starts preaching the way up
To the black community, them folks get the messing with him
[Willie D:] They call that Fever Black planet, get me?
[Scarface:] I got you
[Willie D:]
Well, why don't you get up there
And tell these people what the Geto Boys already know
[Scarface:]
Sure...
We as the people, are not yet free
The first commitment, only applied to the other race
We're never had a taste
How can you sieve delight when you're mixed?
Chuck D, Flavor Flav, let them rip
They ain't got enough brain in this trip
For every voice they try to quite
There'll be another one, and another one starting to bright
If that's what it takes
Y'all keep the fake, I gotta break
And despite how they sabotage, they gonna have to realize
That this ain't no sell out
[Chorus: w/ Variation]
Black man, stand up!
Somebody has to speak the truth against it
Black man, black man
Somebody has to speak the truth against it
[Willie D:]
The truth would set you free, someone quoted it
That Griff stuck in nerve with the jews when he told it
CBS was just looking for a reason
To get them out, and that was all they're needing
I wasn't surpriced but it's tactic
I knew it would happen, but I didn't know exactly
Tripper Cross go to hell
You think this shit you did, that would starting notary fairy tales?
Think again sucker
If I was a budget you couldn't make me bucker
The Geto Boys, still bringing the noise
You're losing your poise, getting played like toys
Selling the enemy info
That's what got us what we was 2 hundred years ago
Sold Dollar Signs, didn't you Captain?
Without sacrifice ain't nothing happening
The plan is to hold us back
The ulitmate gold is total control remember that, Jack
Griff, I got your slack, and I'm a hold it 'til you get back
Cause I ain't going sell out
[Outro: DJ Ready Red scratching quotes below]
Somebody has to speak the truth against it
What do I care about anger in you?
Somebody has to speak the truth against it
What do I care about anger in you?
The Negro, the negro still... is not free
[Scarface:] No Sell out!
The Negro, the negro still... is not free
[Scarface:] No Sell out!
The Negro, the negro still... is not free
[Scarface:] No Sell out!
The Negro, the negro still... is not free
[Intro: repeat "Geto Boys" and reverse it for 28 seconds]
[beat plays for another 27 seconds]
Ghetto cross the dead line, ring through yo' mind
And in the middle of the jams it's about that time
For you to tell your girl sorry I enjoyed my date
But it's 9:58 and I'm almost late
The car freaked, started freakin, some poor some rich
You checked the time, 9:59, ain't that a bitch
So now you're stranded in your ride, not a {? } to your name
And every time you try to pay him it's the same old game
NO CURFEW~! WE DON'T WANT NO CURFEW~!
Fri-day night, you got your sights, set on this girl
That you met last week at Astro World
She said meet her at 11, and don't be late
The curfew, 12 o'clock, and that's what you hate
My pops is goin out, moms past her sleep
You know my clock struck 1 and my beeper beeped
So I picked up the phone, and got ready to go
Climbed out the window real slow and low soooo
Listen cause I'm only gonna say it - one time
Mom I'm not comin in that's final - next line
Keep the motor runnin, moms on my back
It's like that, to be exact, and that's a fact
NO CURFEW~! WE DON'T WANT NO CURFEW~!
BREAK!
Curfews are what every kid debates
Yo and all we hear is olds mom say
Here lately I've been watching you
You're comin in my house at 1 and 2
Now backing out of the door, I can hear her say
Be back by 12 okay?
Niggas and flies, niggas and flies
Niggas and motherfuckin' flies
Niggas and flies always in some shit
Nigga can't stay outta shit for shit
Nigga robbed a bank- now everybody know
Cause nigga had a Rolls Royce clipping through the ghetto
Nigga bought his ho a fur coat the next week
And them loss had his ass walking butt naked down the street
You want drama nigga? I gots drama
What about these niggas drive Beamers living wit they mamas?
And what about these tennis-shoe tasting bitches-
Fucking athletes to obtain the riches
But they hate it when a nigga call 'em hoes and tramps and sluts
But if the shoe fits- lace it up
Niggas ain't good for shit but eatin' barbeque
And holding other niggas back- that's all we do
Niggas annoy me like flies
If it was up to me, I'd burn a gang of you hoes alive
Niggas and flies, niggas and flies
Niggas and motherfuckin' flies
I went to the million man march- it was all good
A bunch of niggas standin' up for they manhood
But niggas are so idiotic-
They still found something fucked up to say about it
But that's a nigga fo yo ass, g
Howl at a nigga if you lookin' for some negativity
Cause niggas got plenty of it- I think they love it
Clarence Thomas- you a motherfuckin' puppet
Ass-kissin' politicians ain't shit to me
And motherfuck the NAACP
Motherfuckin' cowards, suckin' up to the sponsors
And couldn't give a fuck about the black johnstons
So called black radio stations
Runnin' they flap- talkin' bout they don't play rap
But rap pay the bills, motherfucka
And keeps a nigga out of jail, cocksucka
Niggas get on top and niggas hate it
Cause niggas can't stand to see another nigga make it
So how the fuck are niggas coming together to take the first step
When every nigga out to sell-
Niggas and flies, niggas and flies
[Intro: Scarface]
I sit alone in my four cornered room eatin' the wind dinner
[DJ Ready Red:]
Ha ha, chill out man
We're doin' the St. Ides Commercial
[Scarface:]
Word?
[DJ Ready Red:]
Yeah, St. Ides, check it out
[Scarface:]
Pick up a brew, read the sticker
And make sure it says St. Ides Malt Liquor
Cause if it don't
You ain't gettin' what you're payin' for
St. Ides is the team I'm playin' for
But remember there's limit thru
Don't get too full or sure you'll be finished dude
[Willie D:]
Scarface, you can say that boy
Cause I'm drinkin' the St. Ides and Willie D is gettin' bull
Of the bear, let's empty the place
Why is that?
Cause I like that smooth taste
St. Ides the Don
When it comes to fun it's number one
Like yo, get you some
[Bushwick Bill:]
I got mine, watch me rushin'
St. Ides brew, the crooked I gets me bustin'
Four-Double-O-Z and I'm straight
Cause that's all Bushwick get tolerate
St. Ides always run up on you
If you're drinkin' somethin' else
[Juke Box & Johnny C:]
The name describes the background, and it describes it well
There's so much trouble in our life, we got a story to tell
Just like time, we did the crime, and had the cops so sick
They tried to catch us, nothin happened, cause we're much too slick
I'm Juke Box, the back-breaker, pose a threat on your life
I slice you up, like Freddy Krueger, lyrics sharp like a knife
And I'm Johnny C the Prince of rhymin, imitators die
You know why? Boy, it's the vengeance of my rappin ally
He's Ready Red, the top contender, other boys who oppose
So catch the square, and he'll be there, and he'll break your nose
We're makin trouble
That's right, we're makin trouble
I've got an Uzi in my hand and I'm in command
I run the nation, say what, Take out the Ku-Klux Klan
I got 'em scared to walk the street after it gets dark
And play con on your sister at Tuffy Park
We're makin trouble
That's right, we're makin trouble
Boy, I saw your Filas, say what, And I was on cloud nine
I said Box, busted out, I got to make those mine
I jacked you up off your feet, I snatched out your strings
Size 10, and just right for me to do my thing
We're makin trouble
That's right, we're makin trouble
I, what, broke out the store window, with a crime on his mind
With no thoughts or assumption, word, of doin the time
The cop screamed, boy freeze! .45 in his hand
I dropped the VCR, broke out and ran
I stole the jams off your car, and now it's up on blocks
I snatched the emblem off your Caddy, boy, and you're red hot
We're makin trouble
That's right, we're makin trouble
Now for all you small timers, we got to make you slob
Cause we don't only steal cars, homeboy, we also rob
I robbed a store to get a dollar, I snatched a purse, the lady hollered
Then the cops come to my door, and snatch me up right by the collar
And now they're takin me to jail, yo-yo, a man-made hell
But from behind the steel bars, we could never prevail
The Ghetto Boys are trouble makers, cold common thugs
Tearin down the neighborhood, but we don't do drugs
We're makin trouble
[Scarface:]
Life in the fast lane, no time for the slow
Some people slang 'caine, thinkin the money'll flow
But brothers gangbang, robbin people for dough
Get out the chain gang, or your freedom'll go
Stand on the sidewalks, with a fistful of crack
Watchin the guys talk, your boys watch your back
This game is dangerous, you're livin in fear
You pack a 9 for insurance to give the geekers a scare
He needs a 20, sell him a 10 and a half
And he'll be fiendin and dreamin you'll take his 20 and laugh
Continue slangin, makin all you can make
You hear a [sirens] that's the law gotta break
Hop in the Beemer, and roll up the glass
You put your car in reverse to make your getaway fast
Now they're suspicious - how could he be clean?
He packs a beeper, drives a Beemer, and he's only 19
Yo let's harass him, to see what he's got
What started off as a game ended the lives of 2 cops
Life in the fast lane
Another hot spot, you screech to a halt
Yo look what I've got, then reach for the wall
They find the product, and the cops'll say OHHHHHHH~!
They'll put your butt in the bump
Roll to the station, yo captain whassup?
I caught this brother on the cut, we gotta lock this boy up
Straight to the jail cell, no 9 or a clip
And the ones you triple-crossed'll want revenge so get hip
Out in an hour, on your way to the pad
A copper starts to trail you, now you're sweatin bad
Turn on his flashers, you stop Tommy Tucker
He stuck his head in the window so you shot him like a sucker
Fell to the pavement, blood pourin on the cement
There's witnesses standin by and you knew that he seen it
Back on the run again, and the boys on your block
Was blabbin all to the cops about the people you shot
Did you get nervous, well why continue your route?
When you know that normal folks don't chill with blood on their suits
Took off his jacket, flung to the back
Grabbin a pull from the pack, I gotta break I get back
Right to his rock spot, before the brother got shot
He tried to sell 2 ki's to Tony that was filled full of sheet rock
Bumped off~! They ain't let him slide
Now his family's tryin to figure out the reason he died
... But that's the name of the game
Way he died was a shame, pushin 'caine
... Life in the fast lane
I remember fast times, sellin dope was my pasttime
Life in the fast lane, while countin cash I'd
Sit back and wonder, what would become of me
The fiends would see the Beemer comin, and then they'd run to me
Step out the vehicle, yo what you need Joe?
I need a 20 and a nickel bag of weed bro
Make the sale then I'd bail out
Now it's time to get the hell out
Every day was the same thing, dopefiends named me
Big Crack Ak cause I sold 'caine mainly
Out of the big I had the biggest
Rocks on the block, so check it out yo money dig this
It was the purest in the rock form, the only way I sell it
No cuts, uh-uh, no B-12 to swell it
I got lucky made it out of the game
If, you move, I'll fall
I'm leanin' on you, you baby, you baby
Geto Boys, Willie D
We was livin' on cold facts, cops sat in old 'Llacs
Couldn't get along with T Jones, so he rolled jack
I was on Prozac before I was 12
Spent my senior year in high school, sittin' in jail
To no avail, I was screamin' out and nobody heard me
Messed around and got shot but it didn't deter me
I think I was 14, so my boy was one trey
Cut my hair one day, left my crib and got sprayed
And expired right away, nuttin' to say, sad chapter
Around here, either you get killed or you get captured
Sister girl, I ain't know what you was dealin' wit
Pointed the finger at you, now I'm feelin' like an idiot
But I'm wiser now and I seen the world
It's messed up, how they treat us Geto Boys and girls
The doctors tried to resucessitate, it was too late
I got a daughter named Kain and a son named Blank
And they be askin' 'bout you, all the time
I try to be a better man, sometimes I fall behind
So if you feel some extra weight on you, don't be alarmed
Don't move, don't flee, that's me leanin' on you
I'm leanin' on you
Y'all wonder why I act crazy, life don't phase me
For me to still be above ground it's just amazing
Wasn't aware bein' different gave me intangible wealth
That's why I, took a gun and tried to kill myself
My folks got the blame of course, I used to ask
Why did God make my brother so tall and me a dwarf?
This ain't no 'Poor little me song' that's so phony
I got a good life, I'm just sharin' my testimony
But could you imagine bein' me, for one hour, one day
One week, one month, one year? Get out of here
You'd never make it, life's not fair
Everywhere you go, people point, people laugh, people stare
They don't care, so I don't care, most of the day
I feel awkward but I believe I'm goin' to hell if I don't pray
As I laid, on that hospital gurney, fightin' for my life
I felt the demons touch my body then I saw the light
That was you, I know it was you
'Cause all the love in the world from my family couldn't pull me through
Lord, when it gets really rough
You're the only one that's strong enough to hold me up
That's why I lean on you
I'm leanin' on you
You're my one and only friend, ever since I was a kid
We've been in and out through thick and thin, tryin' to get a win
Broke as fuck on the corners like a nigga had diplomas
Back in 1985, skippin' class, gettin' high
Fat Turner we were walkin', I remember you was talkin'
'Bout this lick we was supposed to hit and turn us all to bosses
So we took that trip to Austin, and we came back with this package
That would later turn this strongest friendship into us scrappin'
Ain't too sure about what happened, all I'm knowin' is it was money
Had a nigga wagin' war against who I thought was the homey
Shoulda known this shit was evil, by the way it did my peoples
And the whole entire neighborhood fucked up behind this needle
Now we roam in the Regal, windows tinted, dem bangin'
Pistol grip on the frontseat, smokin' and steady drankin'
Drunk and I'm steady thankin' we probably shouldn't left it
'Cause every time that a nigga drops a record you arrested
It's depressin' but life and it's lessons'll leave us guessin'
Gettin' out, was a blessin' but lately a nigga stressin'
Which leads me to this question, was money the only reason we feuded
'Cause now that we got it, homey let's keep it movin', let's move
I'm leanin on you
[The Sire Juke Box & Prince Johnny C:]
Just put a mic in my hand, I'm comin up with a jam
Conduct a b-boy orchestra, the hip-hop band
So before you start [? ]
Johnny C [? ] cause I run this
Hit it
[The Sire Juke Box (& The Prince Johnny C):]
The Grand Dragon of Rhyme here to blow your mind
Cause I'm a rhythm (fanatic) and I'm one of a kind
Superiority rules cause the king's supreme
I'm cold chillin cause I'm def on the hip-hop scene
My jurisdiction is mine and sucker boys will chill
I'm the latest and the greatest, you know the deal
Juke Box, homeboy, the head of the list
Terminatin all suckers cause I run this
Hit it
[Prince Johnny C (& The Sire Juke Box):]
It's bein run by me, the Prince of all MC's
Wearin gold cause I'm bold with the rappin disease
Terrorize sucker rappers with these rhymes I wrote
Superior damage unleashed by the case I told
I'm feelin lyrics to display the funky rhymes I say
Opponents better be around when I claim my day
Although my rhyme's complete would you forgive my conceit
And only practice [? ] a true man's beat
Yo, before I start breakin let me stake my place
Holder of a high position, lord of all this bass
Rippin suckers like paper cause they're just that soft
Since I'm killin all rejectin competition (step off)
Supreme rapper with the talent, musical ballad
[? ]
Microphone occupier, the head of the list
You might not be a sucker but I run this
Hit it
[The Sire Juke Box (& Prince Johnny C):]
I put fear in your heart with the words I say
Drop suckers by three each and every day
This ain't my callin by law they say
I don't take no shorts, they got to pay
If you swing at me, sucker, don't you miss
You might not be a sucker but I run this
Hit it
Ready Red, break it down
(Tear the roof off)
[The Sire Juke Box (& Prince Johnny C):]
See we're known from 5th Ward in this world today
In the ghetto of course, but I know my way
I started at the bottom, on the way to the top
Don't allow no cops standin on my block
To all you police who try to diss
You just might be the law but I run this
Hit it
[Prince Johnny C (& The Sire Juke Box):]
The instrument the turntables used for his benefit
You wanna be like Red, that's why your DJ bit
The cut's created by the master of disaster and me
I'm l-I-v-e, def as could be
[? ] tellin folks that I can't rhyme
You could see my competition, it'll shock you blind
Johnny C the Prince of Rap, lord of all that's writt'
Accompanied by no sucker cause I run this
Hit it
[The Sire Juke Box (& Prince Johnny C):]
Say yo, baby doll, hear what you say
That you work real hard each and every day
And all I do is sit around
And make you slave like a dumb-ass clown
You buy my clothes, supply the food
But you're the girl and I'm the dude
You take care of me and that is it
You might be my girl but I run this
[Scarface:]
You gotta let your nuts hang...
BOOM BOOM BOOM on your black ass, bitch!
Here's another hit from my shit
I made a couple of moves and five-oh were outsmarted
Here's part two of how I started
Slangin them thangs on a dope cut
Five-ohs are ridin my dick, but so WHAT?
What can you do to a nigga like Face?
And why you sweatin Ak in the the first place?
That's the motherfuckin problem
See a young nigga rollin a Beemer and gotta stop him
But I'm a tell you like this, heh
All lawmen suck dick!
Sneaky as hell and try to bust ya
But you can die motherfuckers, cause bitch I don't love ya
You're makin it harder, on my fellas
These dopefiend bitches, and the big drug sellers
How can you preach to the fiends that they should quit
While Barry's up in Washington smokin that shit!
You need to get yourself a life or keep tryin
Or more and more cops'll be dyin, cause I am
Sick of seein niggaz bein shortstopped
By a buck-oh-five dick and a booty-ass cop
You figure you're hard cause you're a cop see
FUCK WITH ME! I'm a put that ass in a box G
Cause I don't give two fucks about ya punk
You may carry a 45 but yo I pack a pump
And you can step up if you want, bitch
I ain't askin no questions, I'm goin for my shit
I'm runnin up I ain't afraid
I'm from the land of the heartless, the home of the paid
And if you want a gang no thang
I get my ass taxed, but I'm a STILL let my nuts hang!
You gotta let your nuts hang...
Barney calls me up he needs a ki'
But I can't give it to him, he ain't got 30 G
A Cuban on the Southside sells for 33
I'm goin 12 and out because the shit is hurtin me
The dope is gettin short up in New York too
We sell it for 33, they sell it for 42
See what we gotta do is come together
They're tryin to cut shit short, and they will if you let 'em
Now let's go out on a boat, YEAH~!
Pretend to be lawmen, and come out with dope
But first we gotta find a bitch with nuts
A down-ass bitch, who doesn't give a fuck
Distracts the cops, on duty
Walkin around shakin nothin but booty
That's when we make our motion
Comin from a small little island in the ocean
The other group comes in from the Rio
Me, Lil' J, Big Chief and O-Beedo
First we'll hit 'em up with some gas
Then launch a missle on they motherfuckin ass
That oughta get the shit to float
Come back home slangin nothin but snow
Then the prices'll drop again
Niggaz go in ki's payin 10
You wanna get paid mayne?
Well that's what you gotta do; and you better let your nuts hang!
You gotta let your nuts hang... ha ha!
Look deep into the eyes of this criminal
I'm gunnin niggaz down, even women too
Back in the game I used to steal shit
Nowadays I don't sneak, you get killed bitch
And I don't give a FUCK about your rep
I got somethin for your ass if you choose to step
One nigga from the Park comin hard
Heh, sendin motherfuckers to the morgue
Steady gettin paid, pushin powder
Cakin motherfuckers sellin flour
A brother like the Face ain't broke mayne
Hah, I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Just a reminder for those who forgot
A nigga got paid slangin rocks
Bring on the magaziney people who ban, I won't duck 'em
They ain't never scared me before, so motherFUCK 'EM
You ain't never seen what I seen
Young niggaz killin people, and beatin up the dopefiends
So if you wanna fuck with me mayne
I used to watch TV and see the superstars
Three story mansions and fancy cars
Now picture that a Geto Boy walking that life G
Coming up in a house full of negativity
Everybody drinking everybody smoking
Everybody cussin' and fussin' like hell I'm hopin'
That I can raise up outta this mess
I'm too damn young to be distressed and oh yes
I went and got what I thought was mine
Did the crime the time and a motherfucker didn't whine
Fuck that shit the jailhouse ain't for me
I got places to go and people to see
Wanna make millions and live to see my grandchildren
That's the motherfuckin' dream that I'm building
Anybody ain't with that can step the fuck back
It's 41 for the poor one never cries
I used to dream about getting that cash
And buy my mamma a crib and I did before she passed
The good life has no equivalent
It ain't a fantasy no more because I'm living it
Geto fantasies, well I don't live here any more
Oh no, no, no geto fantasy
Geto fantasies, well I don't live here any more
Oh no, no, no
He said he'd open opportunity
But to me ain't no open opportunity
So shut your Mickey D's down in my community
'Cause it ain't helping feed me or my family
And that's the reala and you can give a twelve gauge to a nigga
Ain't got scrilla and now you got a born killer, cap peela
And while you build your penitentiaries for my children
I plant seeds for my children
So when they cross these roads they'll be prepared
And never show no respect to these hoes that never cared for
'Cause they only come around to the black folks
When they run they campaign and they lack votes
Once you vote 'em in, they don't know you
Once you vote 'em in, they can't do jack for you
I guess it's true when they tell me you don't fight fair
You turn my geto fantasy into a nightmare
Geto fantasies, well I don't live here any more
Oh no, geto fantasy
Geto fantasies, well I don't live here any more
Geto fantasy
Geto days keep geto thoughts relevant
But geto ways make murder rate prevalent
You feel me? I been through many geto episodes all the same
When will niggas learn to use they mind and maintain
See you're always on the defense, relying on your street sense
I told you once to use them sense to make dollars
Not to make a mother holler
That hard shit's kind a hard to swallow
Tomorrow there'll be more killings in the hood
From child abuse to drug dealings it ain't good
They want to see us stuck, shit out of luck
Can't nobody ever say I didn't try to give a fuck
'Cause I did and I do, the rest is up to you
No matter what you do to your hood, stay true
And you'll make it, can't nobody take it
Geto fantasies become realities if you don't let 'em shake it
Geto fantasies, well I don't live here any more
Oh no, geto fantasy
Geto fantasies, well I don't live here any more
Oh geto fantasy, geto fantasy
Geto fantasies, I don't live here any more
No, no, no
The party people in the crowd, you never get restless
Motivated by the boys from 5th Ward Texas
Fresh and modern day, rest are from the past
And like a hit from the pipe, we give you a blast
I'm on the job I can't STOP, it's you I ROCK
The undisputed in the place, call me jukebox
And there's, no man on earth that's greater, than the top hit creator
Dedicated to my rhymes, Johnny C's - no perpetrator
He's nothin nice, so precise, he's cold as ice
Ready Red the grand wizard of a DJ slice
And we're the Geto Boys, the suckers we de-stroy
So party people get up, and let's make some noise
GE-TO BOYS WILL, ROCK YOU
THE GE-TO BOYS WILL, ROCK YOU
Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
On jukebox you call me sire, so [? ] I'm your thing
And to all you suckers punks, who step out ring
The executioner of rap, and you'll understand
The mic is taken by Johnny, my mellow my man
Well I'm the greatest ever placed on a 12 inch plate
Formula consists of all that I think you'll hate
Your attitude been mo' bitter, still and all who cares
While you're on a pedestal you're living MY nightmares!
Seeeeeee I'm an MC trainer, sucker MC restrainer
Picasso was a painter but I'm, an edutainer
Entertainin all suckers, make them lose all poise
Party people get up, and let's make some noise
GE-TO BOYS WILL, ROCK YOU
THE GE-TO BOYS WILL, ROCK YOU
Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
I'm a rhyming individual who stays on wax
Kamikaze with the future, and I break backs
So keep the competition comin and I'll box 'til I'm gone
You'll be jockin Prince Johnny 'til the early morrrrrrrrn
The most fierce vigilance, and mean jukebox
Has got the fury of the beat that makes yo' body rock
Superior to all foes, inferior to none
Suckers admire just like [? ] I've just begun
A harcore commentator with a story to tell
Yo before you battle me you'd rather run through hell
Pushin out of straightjackets, and suckers can't hack it
You say one lyric sire will attack it
Gladiator of records, amputator of wax
And I'm slicin them up, like a ninja in black
I dominate, eliminate, everything you write
I leave a sucker missin 3 every time he bites
And the Boys could never fail, can't you tell
Go ahead and diss us cause we must prevail
GE-TO BOYS WILL, ROCK YOU (YEAHHH~!)
THE GE-TO BOYS WILL, ROCK YOU
Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
I'm your whack abolitioner, nothing is yet formal
Rhyme metriculator, leavin all abnormal
Agony's intensified when the battle is made
Reputation I'm holdin leaves you suckers afraid
Misuse a dumb opponent, determine his fate
Vocabulary, is why musically I'm great
Seniority over all, supreme assistant to no
Johnny C's the commentator - and the best I know
See I'll make a song worth singin and it's you who'll sing
Just to hear the name Johnny makes your eardrums ring
Prematurely you attended, but we was recommended
You're a aucker homeboy from a sucker you're descended
GE-TO BOYS WILL, ROCK YOU (YEAHHH~!)
THE GE-TO BOYS WILL, ROCK YOU (HA, HA, HA!)
THE GE-TO BOYS WILL, ROCK YOU
THE GE-TO BOYS WILL, ROCK YOU
Intro:
Boys and girls
Scarface:
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7 0 chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me pepsi cola while he drunk him a pint
Tippin' to the southside runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch protection' his snap
Use to always tell a nigga keep your mind on paper
Bitches in your head you keep your eyes on paper
Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch
You kill a motherfucker you kill him for that
You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up
Old man spittin' game so I sucked it up
Old enough to do my own thang got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie short dawg that slided me a track
Went to mase's pawn shop and got me a gat
Didn't know this crack shit I got my uncle to cook
With my eyes on my paper I just fubbled and looked
Impatiently waitin' for the pot to boil
Man I can't wait to see your rock from ?
Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight
Time for me to bring brad jordan to life
Sat my ass upon the corner till it started to bounce
Glock scratchin' reach that and started her out
It wasn't long before I was goin' for nine
I'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine
And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that
You found your ass misplaces with your head in your lap
And niggas is gettin' shiffer with time
That's why you never see me with a partner in crime
I'm down and dirty nigga fuck the world
And that's what seperated geto boys from girls you know?
Bushwick bill:
5th ward is the spot where niggas get shot
Hoes sell cock and every block is hot
Niggas start shit but they don't start it with bill
Cause them motherfuckers know they're blood gonna spill
Ever since I was a kid growin' up in the bottom
I beat a niggas ass and if I didn't I shot him
Never gave a fuck about his family cryin'
Bottom line, better his than mine
You come around me with that live shit I kill it fast
I throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass nigga
Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thang
You got a set of nuts you better let them motherfuckers hang
Even if you're facin' 20 years you never rat
You do your time and you come on back
And if he a homie he really take care of your people while you're gone
And bless you when you come back home
Do your time and don't whine is the motherfuckin' anthem
That's the type of shit most niggas can't phantom
Them bitches tongues come unfurled
But that's what seperated the ghetto boys from girls c'mon
Scarface:
I bet you often wonder how niggas survive in the trail
You got jacked and took six and died in your house
And motherfuckers sat and grieved your death
One of them motherfuckers counted up the keys then left
Kind of strange the game it took a change for the worse
Split the brain get the cain get back to your dirt
And keep the jack you did up under your hat
Cause if the word got out you killed him then they killin' you back
I never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again
You'd think but these niggas on some up shit like double your pay
And gives a fuck about respect and joy
So how the fuck you figure niggas got respect for a hoe
But then again niggas always put their trust in a bitch
But in the end it's another nigga bustin' yo shit
Fucked around and had to flee the world
Cause you couldn't seperate the geto boys and girls
Willie d:
Geto boys is the motherfuckin' shit never forget
Them southern niggas made your mind play tricks
Never the less I left the group in '91
Niggas was mad, I had my gun
They had they guns too I wasn't snoozin'
Cause I knew that if it came down to it they would use 'em
If it was goin' down right then I didn't give a fuck
We was gonna tear this whole motherfuckin' city up
And nigga that's real comin' from the south
You wack ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth
Preachin' that positive bullshit you can save
Cause your positivity ain't gettin' motherfuckers paid
It's g.b. and willie d reunited
Sendin' niggas back to the studio to get they shit tighter
And niggas thought it wouldn't happen again
But we sat down and settled our differences like men
And put the bullshit behind us
Cause fuckin' off money ain't a plus it's a minus
We did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl
And seperating geto boys from girls c'mon
Man on phone:
A.j. you know I spent 23 years in the prison. you know I'm still in prison
You know they they uh uh reannounced us, blacks, we represent 37% of the
Prison system throughout the country. 37%. but we don't represent but but
12% of the country. now that's diproportionate and ain't no joke you know.
It's it's now by coincidence or by ? it's by design. by the year...2015.
They gonna have 70% of our community locked up. I'm talking about black
Gonna be locked up within they community. it's gonna be like it war
[scarface]
They love me
They say now pass the ganga to the left hand side
Filppin in the range rover blowing past the one times.
Hit me with the (whoop whoop)
Bubble gum flashing in my rear view
Spraying freshener trying to steer too
Throwin out my herbs on the passenger side
Got the windows rolled down, airing out the ride
Got a loaded 45 inside
That keep for protection when I'm riding by
My smith and wesson got a scope too
And I may have caught a body on it
For those who get just know somebody want it
They only ? ? ? ? ?
To know that you ain't done shit
But still you got them haters in your business
I'm paraniod she's blowing my high
And she knew that I was buzzin from the red in my eye
Got my license and my papers, showed me my picture on the source
Then what the fuck you stopping me for?
And she said
[chorus]
Gangsta ow
Put me down, now
Gang-sata put me down
Now, ow
[scarface]
So I gave her my cellular number and told her call me up
Beating on my dashboard hot than a fuck
Cause I done chunked a half a square thinkin 5-0 jocking trying to jam me up
I continue on my mission to my grandma''s house
Hollering at my homeboy who just got out
What's up let's roll
Get you some clothes
Take you to the club so you can get with some hoes.
Lets go
Made to the mall hoes thick
Listenting to pac saying that's the shit.
Getting geared when this woman appeared up out the blue
Telling me she like what I do
And the hoe was like
[chorus]
[willie-d]
Willie d's rollin on these
In a drop top a-z-u-r-e
With the knock, knock banging listening
To a song my nigga face singing
Eardurms just a ringing, my homey brining
A couple of honies to the hideaway
We gone fuck these hoes and straight ride away
Gotta pack confirmed tickets get some sleep
We rolling to the baby johnson fight a 100 niggas deep
Ain't bringing sand to beach
I got my eyes on some freak ass broads
And menage-a-trois
Never kiss and tell I keeps em horney as hell
And take my dick inside that pussy put it under a spell
Got more mail than the post office let me remind you
Don't stare at my diamonds too hard they might blind you
Freaky deaky, fready deaky deaky
When you see me rolling past all you got to do is ask
Killa, you're face to face with Scarface
G to the E to the T O
Now here it comes, motherfuckers die hard 'til the end
(Boom)
Mr. Scarface, not your ordinary dope man
On the for reala, my nigga, I'm a born killa
Let my nuts hanging out, give a fuck if ya bigger
'Cause I'm that nigga who gets ass rolling ten deep
And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet
Creep by creep 'cause I'm in this shit deep
Never ever caught slipping, bitch 'cause I don't sleep
And if I sleep, the kid gets beat and that's bullshit
'Cause I'm still a lunatic
Body snatcher, Peter Roll capture
Killer coming atcha, niggero subtracter
Small time dope game, plenty heart though
Good girl go bad, I'm high off a motherfucker
I read my diary, mind play tricks
And traveled the world with a nigga named Bushwick
Lost a member back in December
Nigga gets respect from Boston to Denver
Compton, Jersey, Philly, Brooklyn
Oakland, Dallas, Houston look, man
It ain't a goddamn thing being took
From the bad boys of Houston, so go ahead and dial a crook
And watch some niggas spit the game cool
Ran back and brace yourself, nigga 'cause here it comes, fool
Here it comes, fool
P E T E R M A N, ain't no hoe ass motherfuckers
Bang bang bang, motherfuckers, lay it down
Prat tat tat, the Peterman is in the house
And I'm about to spray it down
Letting niggas hand fit my gat, I gots to grab it
Smoking motherfuckers is a habit
I'm on a mission, opposition get tore up from the floor up
Kicking the type of gangsta shit that make ya throw up
G plus E plus T plus O
Geto Boys run shit in '93 but you don't hear me though
Huh, breaking niggas off who bother to
Fuck around with techs, thinking we ain't nothing but barbecue
So fool, get your ass on
Before the Peterman in the house, getting his blast on
Sending niggas smooth to the concrete
Making mo' motherfucking deal then a swap meet
The C O N V I C T S is hitting niggas where it hurt
Kicking up dirt down in Texas, so here it comes, fool
Any motherfucker wanna get with Bushwick
Bring it on, motherfucker
Well, what do you know, it's that nigga named Bushwick
Back again still dropping the Bs on a punk bitch
Kicking that G shit ever so clear
5th Ward steady coming hard every fucking year
I went from copping the cash a couple of months ago
But niggas call me crazy 'cause I'm known to smoke a hoe
Smoke a hoe, smoke a hoe, smoke two, smoke a few
Got my motherfucking crew, now what you wanna do?
B U S H W I C K blowing niggas away
Doing this type of shit every motherfucking day
Never waste another niggas time
Got my 9, getting paid, kicking these motherfucking dope rhymes
So if it comes down to it, I might gatcha
Dead in that motherfucking dump, give that ass a fracture
'Cause I ain't that nigga you wanna fuck with
Bushwick Bill, the nigga named Chuckwick
[CHORUS]
"Fuck em, fu-fu-fuck fuck em all"
"I bury those cockroaches"
"What'd they ever do for us?"
"I bury those cockroaches"
"Fuck you man!"
[Willie D]
I gotta bone to pick cause I'm sick
Of you motherfuckers talkin shit
We pick you up, you put us down and I'm mad
Time to talk about your dog ass
[Scarface]
Jealous motherfuckers its seems wanna try the Ak'
"How do you do em?" Fuck em up like a cardiac
So if your curious get a blood donor
Cause I'mma fuck you up so bad, that you're momma won't know ya
I pity the fool who diss the mastermind of wreckin shit
Now let me tell ya somethin bitch
Get yaself headstone and a box of pine
Cause when I catch up with ya, ya ass is mine
The line is drawn word is bond
The motherfuckers who crossed it are dead and gone
Punk motherfuckers gon suck a dick
Bushwick, "Yeah money" what you think about this bullshit?
[Bushwick Bill]
Fuck those unknown motherfuckers
With a 10 foot pole that can't touch us
Before the Geto Boys came around
You can't front their clout, H-town was no town
Yeah we know you still skeptic
Cause we ain't kissin no God damn ass to be accepted
And if you're waitin on that to happen sucka
You'll be a waitin motherfucker
Shit outta luck, stuck and got fucked
Fo's up to those who down with us
And to you other mothafuckas in the atmosphere
I'm sayin fuck you loud and clear
[CHORUS]
[Bushwick Bill]
Radios, newspapers, TVs
Spreadin lies across the seven seas
Many people thought we couldn't endure
Niggaz are buyin now they ain't so sure
Billboard has us check out our status
I don't understand you hoes, whats the matter
[Willie D]
The motherfuckers are sick
Constipated, col' fulla shit
They tried to keep us off the market
Straight up hoe shit, they had to stock it
My back don't pack no monkeys
Cause I kick mo' ass than a donkey
I gotta pump but I will jump
Yous a punk or a one on one ya run to the trunk
If you're motherfuckin fee fista shoo
I'm Willie D and I came to say, Fuck you!
Fuck you has been stated by the underground master
Show me a hacidity bitch and I'll blast her
Fuck you is what ourselves should do
And spit on ya nasty ass when I'm through
You don't like me, cause what ya see is a figure
I'm a for real ass nigga
I won't iron your clothes or pay rent at your place
There ain't a damn thing baby about my face
[Bushwick Bill]
The whole faculty's on crack
You say I can't wear my hat, but yo, fuck that
You call yourself teacher, but whats bein taught?
How to fuck kids and not get caught?
How can your teacher reach ya
Their too busy in the halls tryin to fuck the other teacher
Bushwick Bill (?some Jamaican i imagine?)
[Ready Red]
Fuck the motherfuckin critics, fuck newspapers
Fuck the radio stations
And fuck your parents against rap
We buried ya fuckin cockroaches
[Willie D]
To every motherfucker who diss my crew
I'm sayin fuck you, now what you hoes wanna do?
I gotta awesome noise in my Blazer for instance
Some shit that'll shake the ground so keep ya distance
Parents confiscate my tapes
Sendin letters and shit talkin bout how they hate
The album Controversy's they're rebellin
I don't give a fuck cause the shits still sellin
So this is how the D'll respond
I'mma cuss my ass off for your daughters and sons
And if you don't like it spouse
You can suck my dick until your lips fall off
I've had it up to here with this bullshit
To each I preach without a pulpit
Calls I don't do, nails I don't chew
Whenever I fix my mouth to say, FUCK YOU
Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards down
Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now
These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these niggas
Simply cause these niggas got bank accounts that's bigga
I just can't get no peace from u motherfuckin rollers
Everytime I pull my Benz or what watch cha pull me over
I'm sick of motherfuckers who be checkin Whitey's coke tip
Blacker than a motherfucker, sweat me bout` dope sip
Niggas just take your cut and get yo ass out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a cock sucking pistol case
Unless you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my shit
Just because you ain't got shit, bitch
Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure
That they can fuck with a million dolla nigga
They got u mixed up, fixed up in the Segas, shookin Indo
Getting fucked up in the gank hole
The only way you'll whip that motherfucker is when you whip that
Motherfucker
And we choke the motherfucker (Me Stuck the motherfucker!)
So when you hear my song and wanna get it on
You better come prepared motherfucker. You dyin wit cha boots on.
Chorus: Put your foot in my shit and let me try on your hood
Dyin wit cha boots on
Put your foot in my shit and let me try on your hood
Yeah
Interlude(prison guard talkin' to inmate):
Guard: Do you know how many years you're facin inside?
25 to life and that's on the real
So you better snitch on your partner
Inmate: Fuck that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself.
Niggas getting caught, doin time so they snitchin
They pickin niggas up on funky suspicion
We'll be goin down for some questionin we think
And end up gettin hit wit the fuckin kitchen sink
Rackteer and laundering, Kingpin wondering
If they got some unsolved murders then give them some of them
Just because we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter
We sell each other albums, start frattin our partners
They start bringin up shit that happened back in 85
And then comes the largest jury bitch they fuckin time
You might as well play the state
Cos you come to day for day
And sellin out your homeboys ain't the shit
Cos ya'll gon have to die in this bitch, bitch
Lobbin wit cha white suit on
And dyin wit cha motherfuckin boots on
Department chrone master speaking.
Yo "d" what's up?
Just chillin' man what's up?
Give 'em geto boys a ring.
Hold 'em down.
Geto boys.
What's up "g"?
Yeah man I've got willie "d" on the other end.
What's up will?
What's up man? what's up fellas?
Y'know.
Say fellas. I've been kicking a few lyrics in the back of my mind man
And I'm tired of motherfuckers disrespecting us because we're black owned
And won't sell out. so check this out. we need to get together and go to
That other level of the game and do it like a g.o.
Say no more, 'causez we're on the telephone.
We get them motherfuckers man.
I'm back like a rebel making trouble,
I'm an assassin,
Kickin' ass on the double,
No motherfucker alive is gonna stop me,
So fuck you and your god-damn posse.
It's time to step on some motherfuckin' toes,
[naaah dee],
Man fuck them hoes.
The east coast ain't playin' our songs,
I want to know what the hell's goin' on,
Give me my card--radio sucker,
I'll kick your ass,
And take the motherfucker,
Everybody know new york is where it began,
So let the ego-shit end.
Black radio is being disowned,
Not by the other race--but it's own,
A lot of bullshit records make hits,
Because the radio is all about politics,
Action is my identity,
Whoever you be,
[don't don't don't fuck with me!],
My last go,
The radio struck me with a low blow,
Now I'm doin` it like a g.o.
Everybody's coming with guns,
Niggaz gettin' pimped by columbians,
They put 'em on the streets like a bitch,
Nigga's slangin',
But the puerto rican gettin' rich,
I never sold the mess,
But if I did,
It would be,
For my goddamn self,
Can you adjust to the wholesale bust,
Bushwick tell these motherfuckers what's up.
When will you stupid motherfuckers learn,
In this game one way or another you get burned.
You end up behind bars,
Or lying on your back in a motherfuckin' morgue,
And your gal'l find another nigger,
'cause the [unknown word] bitch ain't nothin' but a gold digger,
I'll fuck her but my money is a "no-no!",
[why? ],
I'm a hoe so I do it like a g.o.
Fucked up politics,
Those tie wearin' bitches,
Can suck my dick,
They try to ban my style of teaching,
But freedom of speech,
Allow me to keep speaking to the people,
About shit like racism,
It's deep into the heart of the school system,
Whites get more funds from the state,
And this is why minorities learn so late,
Some of us make it to college,
And take a test to the highest degree,
With limited knowledge,
Most of us won't pass the bitch,
And those whiten ass motherfuckers know this,
I'm not malcolm x or farrakhan,
After this one,
I guess I'll have to pack a gun,
So if you want to fuck with this brother,
You better be ready motherfucker,
Or you gonna have to g.o.
Willie d is not a bigot and he won't be,
I just educate minds to reality,
This ain't no mutherfuckin back to africa,
Try to pull that shit,
We'll have a massacre,
Our sisters were killed at will,
Bought and sold like a used automobile,
We forced a back to exist,
Now we're killing one another,
Ain't that a bitch.
Ready red comin' at ya,
Holding my ground like a motherfuckin' statue,
You take nothin' from me so stop trippin',
Unless you want to take a mutherfuckin ass whippin',
Bitch,
Motherfuck the kkk,
Wearing dresses and shit,
What the fuck is they gay,
A color blind society will never be,
Unless we agree,
[harmony],
To do it like a g.o.
Rap-a-lot.
Hey j this is the president of white-owned records. we see you still
Survivin' but we want to ask you to keep your boys quiet. if you don't we
Will. or here's another alternative. we take 95% of your company and you
Take five and we'll make you famous within ten years.it would take you a
Lifetime by yourself because you know your people don't stick together. what
You say about that boy?
Man fuck you.
I would advise you not to talk to me like that boy! just who the hell you
Think you are anyway?
I'm a livin' motherfuckin g. I ain't to be fucked with.
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 1
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right
A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth
'cause real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights
And niggas always gotta high cap
Showin' all his boys how he shot em
But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts
'cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em
And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta
'cause gangsta-ass niggas think deep
Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7
'cause real gangsta ass niggas don't sleep
And all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin', pussy-eatin' prankstas
'cause when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 2
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Feedin' the poor and hepin out wit they bills
Although I was born in jamaica
Now I'm in the us makin' deals
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
I mean one that you don't really know
Ridin' around town in a drop-top benz
Hittin' switches in my black six-fo'
Now gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors
Some got killed in the past
But this gangtsa here is a smart one
Started living for the lord and I'll last
Now all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin' cocksuckin' prankstas
When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 3
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
A real gangta-ass nigga knows the play
Real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches
Ask that gangsta-ass nigga little jake
Now bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign
And play the role of little miss sweet
But catch the bitch all alone get the digit take her out
And then dump-hittin' the ass with the meat
'cause gangsta-ass niggas be the gang playas
And everythings quiet in the clique
A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger
And his partners in the posse ain't tellin' off shit
Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much
All ya hear is the black from the gun blast
And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit
'cause real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast
Now when you in the free world talkin' shit do the shit
Hit the pen and let the mothafuckas shank ya
But niggas like myself kick back and peep game
'cause damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 4
And now, a word from the president!
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Gettin voted into the white house
Everything lookin good to the people of the world
But the mafia family is my boss
So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down
Like lettin' a big drug shipment through
And send 'em to the poor community
So we can bust you know who
So voters of the world keep supportin' me
And I promise to take you very far
Other leaders better not upset me
Or I'll send a million troops to die at war
To all you republicans, that helped me win
I sincerely like to thank you
'cause now I got the world swingin' from my nuts
[Scarface]
I like to teach the world to be
A dope mayn just like me
I like to front the world some coke
And let them sell for me
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
At age 16 I started sellin cheap drugs
Extacy will cost you three
A year later I robbed a dope house and stole a ki
36 is what I count
Now multiply 36 with 700 a ounce
Bag it up and make my profit
But some pussy muthafucka in offices tryin to stop it
[Bushwick Bill]
And the bastard that's stoppin the bus
Is the same muthafucka that delivers to us
He's payin off the cops
Triple-crossin the middle man tryin to give the smaller pusher power
[Willie D]
The politicians are players
Reagan and Bush were cuttin tough on Noriega
Now the juices are sour
Remember politician means schemin for power
[Tony Montana](You know what a hossa is?
That's a pig that don't fly straight)
[Scarface]
Now let's go back to the past
The muthafucka who needs to be tried is Ronald Reagan's ass
Appointed Bush to the C.I.A.
(That shit was cold
Put Noriega on the payroll)
All of a sudden shit changed
Right after '88 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hm - ain't that strange?
Some think I'm goin too far
But if you wanna go to war, I take you to war
[Bushwick Bill]
They don't care about niggas on welfare
As long as their kind ain't there
You've got my ki's on a freeze
Muthafucka, my city's under siege
(Today's special
Is ghetto dope)
[Willie D]
Willie D sell out, you can squash that fast
Here's a hit and a half for your ass
Police brutality is now a formality
They're kickin our ass and we're payin their salary
[Scarface]
The average cop with a badge is a bitch
Back in high school they used to get their fuckin ass kicked
All of a sudden they're snappin necks
Puttin niggas in check, makin threats, sayin I'm next
[Willie D]
I laugh at a muthafuckin law man
Without the piece, bitch, you're nothin but a raw man
You couldn't hang if you were cappin or punchin
(So go suck a dick and write or ticket or somethin)
[Scarface]
Can't understand my city's under siege
Till the Ak clockin g's
Got a Coupe De Ville, got a rag and ridin '83s
Copper wanna play the Ak
Guess they think I'm slayin crack
Muthafuck the '50s, they can't stop me, got my corner back
Rocks and rocks and rocks galore
I left the cut and then I swore
Never be a stupid ass, I'll nevfer leave the cut no more
The dope game ain't no joke
[Willie D]
Muthafuckas will die for this, they go for broke
Rock houses open and busted
And the bitch that got you busted
(Was the bitch that you trusted)
Pimp on me, and I'll make bail
Hunt you down and kick your ass through the goal post of hell
(Are you lighter on a female figure?)
Hell nah, I fuck her up just like I fuck up a nigga
Red, grab the pump (Bill, pass me my nine
Now tell em what's on your mind)
[Bushwick Bill]
You goddamn parents are a trip
The streets got your babies cause you're full of that bullshit
you tell your kids drugs'll fuck up their health
And you're geekin your goddamn self
But I won't blame it all on you
You stupid-ass teachers can suck my dick too
I walk around with a smirk
Fuck school, fuck curfew, fuck homework
And muthafuck a damn cop
I never ride down my block without my gun bein cocked
You won't get a chance to slay me
I wont' be an accident like Ada Delaney
So when you step out of line
(*shots*) I'm goin for mine
D.O.A. is how they pronounce you
No suspect, no motive, no clue
When you hoes say 'stop', I be damned if I freeze
I truly believe my city's under siege
(Today's special
Cover your dome or feel the motherfuckin' glock
The problem child is in the house, I'm lettin' off shots
Biggedy bang, biggedy bang, hit them motherfuckers dead
I'm down on this track and I'm about to get wreck
I'm comin' like a hustla never comin' busta
Blastin' around you hoes screamin', "Die motherfucka"
Never showin' mercy 'cause that shit is for the weak
I [unverified] put my glock and knock that nigga off his feet
A young nigga judge says, "I'm bigger"
Step up with that bullshit and I'm a greet you with this trigger
Blastin' all you hoes to let you know how it feels
Fuckin' with the 5th ward psycho get your fuckin' dome peeled
Motherfucker bring it on
It's the Seagster, the major leagesta
Bitch deceiver, nigga, life reliever
Oakland hustler, never been a buster
Make way for the nine try, I'm comin' motherfucker
Straight from the 6-9, the final line village
Doin' more damage than an Exxon spillage
Uh, coward and that's that
I'm known to pack a gat and put heads on flap
No rehabilitating my trigger
Take a nigga out the ghetto
But you can't take the ghetto out the nigga
Ain't nothin' changed since the 70's
I'm hell bound bitch my life ain't never been heavenly
Never slippin' porno, a nigga don't laugh
Game tight replace a niggas nights with a toe tag
Fazoo his ass and a zigga I'm the founder
Stackin' up bodies like Jeffery Dahlmer
Oh, here comes the flow
Watch me as I tip toe to a niggas window with my M-60
Puttin' motherfuckers out they misery
And watchin' the murders
Reenacted on 'Unsolved Mysteries'
Trick, coward ass pussy, ass faggot
Six feet deep is where you sleep with
The worms and the maggots
Nigga can't harm me
Rap-A-Lot army comin' like Desert Storm
You've been warned but if you still want
Some nigga bring it on
[Verse 1: Prince Johnny C]
From Brooklyn New York I'm down with Brother Radee
Trenton's the land of truth, I'm down with Waduski
I'm down with J from Houston and I think you should know
That when I'm down in LA I'm down with Harry-O
Now undercover runnin from the mafios
My boy was makin I'll moves and no one ever knows
A long white Lincoln pulls up, says, "Yo"
My boy said, "Hey, what's up bro"
They asked a question, he said, "No"
Out comes the chauffeur, I stepped back to observe
If he was down he'da told me, I watched my boy get served
A few nights later we rocked a show, get paid
So we can take a trip to Houston and be down with J
Made our reservations and the very next day
Received a call sayin, "Johnny man, it got away"
Crackheads, no, you could never trust 'em
Not even if it's your brother or your very best friend
Cause they wanna be down, try to be down
But still can get you shot down
Over a 5 or a 10, yo
You gotta be down, you gotta be down
You gotta be down, you gotta be down
Word
You gotta be down, you gotta be down
Now if you gonna be down, then be down
Word
[Verse 2: Prince Johnny C]
He had serious intentions on bein a star
Fame was his name and he planned to go far
I knew it would happen, but never thought it was you
Preached Balls and My Word and still deserted the crew
But now you're lost in the sauce and your talent would leave ya
And now that I'm on top I'm gonna damn sure tease ya
Way down beneath is where he's gonna send ya
Cause you're nothin but a liar and a [? ]
You thought we'd never make it, to you that's how it seemed
But now I'm high and rockin from believin in dreams
Box is down with rock 'n roll and I'm with the league
Hardcore champ and my bullets received
Ghetto Boys is a posse and I'm down because I wanna be
Billy is a man, pinch his cheek, freak, and you will be down
But only on the ground spittin out sand
Forget it, Red is sharp, man, he's cuttin like a sword
Jersey boys are jealous cause we're down with 5th Ward
Some say we're traitors cause it's not our hometown
But it's hittin and fittin and like I said you gotta be down
Word, Grand Wizard, enter with a breakdown
[Verse 3: Prince Johnny C]
Now he was brought up in the ghetto, taught to be a bad kid
Never thought twice about the things he did
Robbed a lot of stores and had never been caught
Until now - still say it wasn't his fault
He had a homebody and cause said he was deep
He'll meet him on a spot about a quarter to three
The plan was to rob a small store named Pops
It was in the neighborhood, no one has ever seen cops
Approached the destination and his boy got afraid
Never knew a man who was scared to get paid
Looked into his eyes and all he saw was regret
Grabbed his gun and said, "You're ready? " Shook his hand, he said, "Bet"
Wheels started screamin, lights started flashin
He panicked, saw the cops, then down the alley started dashin
They gave chase, he missed out on the cut
3:30 on the dot, Pops' wife was lockin up
Ramshacked the door, the old lady dropped
Pulled out his gun, said, "Where's the money, Pops? "
They tried to play Spanish like they didn't understand
(No English! No English!)
Dugged into her bra and pulled out at least a grand
Movin fast Pops sweatin and red
He said, "[? ], make a move and you're dead"
Bust him cross the head with a bottle of wine
Loaded up his pockets in his Louis Vuitton
Ran outside and all he heard was, "Boy, freeze! "
Reached for the sky, fell to his knees
Threw down the gun and towards the law he started draggin
Handcuffed, beaten down and thrown into the wagon
On the corner smokin cheeb' supposed to be down (? Dale?)
He said, "I thought about it, man, and I'm not down with goin to jail"
Cause robbin and stealin is not the way that we're livin
And to be down with the Boys you gotta be down with givin
Cause there's joy in our hearts, we're really all about peace
So if you see a crook in action, be down and call the police
Come on
You gotta be down, you gotta be down
You gotta be down, you gotta be down
Word
You gotta be down, you gotta be down
Now if you gonna be down, then be down
Word
The Prince Johnny C
We the Ghetto Boys send peace
Let me hear a stone croak,
I ain't wit being broke
I'm tired of my mother bustin ass for other folks
gettin nowhere fast
while the ho on the corna makin mo money selling ass.
I ain't wit this outfit, I gotta make some moves to by t jones some nice shit.
???? workin on som////da week
It don't even fuckin make ends meet
I worked down on main st.
Dimes in my stomach cause I ain't had nuttin eat.
So how the fuck am I supposed to think
when I'm in a funky sweatsuit and still bitchin to meet.
My ass is put and I booked non stop
Make the swap and go shop.
I say this and say that and every other note, I ain't wit being broke.
Chorus:
Money, OH Money
I ain't witn being broke
Got ta get my hands on some.
repeat.
Chorus: Bushwick
I was born in a cheap ass hospital
from the fifth ward, stuck right in the middle
of a rock and a hard spot, before my dad got that ass I was already counted out
what a mutha fuckin pity
mama couldn't afford milk so we had to suck her titties.
every night in the kitchen I'd see, rats and roaches eaten bettan me.
there was no thanksgiving, they say I'm a fool for thanking god for living,
but being broke ain't no mutha fuckin joke back in 91 shit just ain't happenin
foo.
I never had a goddamned thing christmas came and went, without a choo choo
train, in the geto, gifts get stolen or bought ain't no mutha fuckin santa
( *phone rings* )
[ operator ]
Too black records
[ james a. smith ]
Yeah, this is jay
[ operator ]
Hold on, jay
[ too black records representative ]
Hey jay, long time no hear, man, what's up?
[ james a. smith ]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[ too black records representative ]
Is that right?
[ james a. smith ]
Yeah, it upsets me to hear a world class wreckin' crew-
? homosexual? disrespect some real soldiers
[ too black records representative ]
What time it is then, right?
[ james a. smith ]
It's time to mix 5th ward, south park and 69th curbs
And really let a muthafucka know
(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
[ verse 1: scarface ]
Roll em up and I smoke em
Tried to break, so I broke em
Busted his ass in the head, that's when I grabbed him and choked him
I'm on revenge, a psychopath, the master of wreckin shit
Comes back with a body blow, hittin hard as a fuckin brick
Don't fuck with the mastermind, i'ma tell you like that
Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll still you with a bumper jack
Better yet grab a bat, apart from the pack
Then commence to beat on your head to the muthafuckin fact
I'm ragin like manson, I'm a muthafuckin thriller
Friday 13th's my birthday, so I was a born killer
Brought up as a trouble kid, devious shit's what I shoulda did
Mom had an abortion with me, but a nigga lived
I don't fear losin life, cause life just lost me
Shadow of death keeps followin me and I can't get him off me
2 years of my life were spent in a mental health
I'm a treath to society, then again to my fuckin self
I'm losin my fuckin mind, my veins begin swellin
'kill that muthafucka!' I hear voices in my head yellin
Me get caught in a cross, that's absurd
Your head is a tennis ball and I'm about to serve
(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
[ verse 2: ganksta nip ]
Bodybags in the bushes, see, I tried to tell em
I just hope pretty soon that somebody smell em
My lyrics get deeper and deeper
Mack 10, 12-guage, tec-9 plus a street sweeper
Nigga, ganksta nip's in the house
Time I see a mouse automatic spaghetti sauce
Been poor all my life, so I reach for the sky
I regret I was born, I can't wait till I die
And leave blood on the curtain
Fatal thoughts of death, suicide is certain
I kill for a quarter, lyrics deep as the water
Peace to rodney king, I got they ass in slaughter
Insane is what I am
I'm like silence of the muthafuckin lambs
Ganksta nip ain't no bragger-boaster
Migraine headaches made me sleep in a toaster
Step in my face, I'll commence the hittin
( *3 shots* ) 9 milli ain't bullshittin
Down with seag from the 69th curbs
Tell em, triple 6 (action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
[ verse 3: willie d ]
Well, first of all..
I shock em and clock em and pop em and drop em, flop em, then I mop em
In they muthafuckin tracks is where I stop em
Unless you down with a bloody nose
Save the cussin and fussin and pointin fingers for them hoes
Talk is cheap, I catch your ass on the sneak
And hit you everywhere but under your feet
Think it's a game when it ain't
I'm lettin you talk, but bitch, I'll knock yo lips off
And get ready for your kinfolk
Your little sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody 5th and that's it, trick bitch
You don't know who you're fuckin with
I break this 10 1/2 so deep in your ass
That you'll be lookin like a faggot on the rag
I'm goin for bam like scarface and nip
What they leave of your ass willie d gonna rip
All of that muthafuckin talkin is for the birds
I do this ( *shots* ) cause action speaks louder than words
(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)
[ verse 4: seagram ]
Time to be accounted for the all-words spunk
Counterfeit gangstas, pranksters and chumps
Talkin real loud in front of a crowd, dare ya
I show your punk ass, nigga, better than I can tell ya
Signin checks that your punk ass can't cash
Got your album cover full of punks wearin ski masks
Who ain't never felt froggish, you won't leap
Barkin like a bear and bitin like a flea
Busters, straight suckers, muthafuckas
Donald goines-readin-ass wanna-be hustlers
It's seag from oakland, the one who lays order
Quit lyin to kick it and make a run for the border
Willie d, bushwick, scarface and ganksta nip
Gave me the tip on the niggas yappin lip
Too black hooked me, lil' jay booked me
Shakin em, breakin em, makin and takin em fakin fuckin rookies
And all that loud shit, nigga, don't start
They'll find your ass chopped and stuffed in a shopping cart
Fools awake and give praise to the dark lord
Bring on the chalice, voodoo dolls and the oujia boards
Straight from the alleys of cali, 69th curbs
Is actions spizzeaks lizzouder thizzan wizzords
(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
[Intro: Audience watching TV]
Ha ha ha ha
That's my favorite Malt liquor
Alright!
[Eazy-E:] Kick that shit
[DJ Pooh:] Who is it?
[Ice cube]
Yes, it's the S-T crooked I-D-E-S
I make a mess unless
Sucking' through it like a G-O
Ice Cube with G to the E, to the T-O
[Scarface:]
Now here comes dude
I play the game where there's no rules
Homies on the cut say I'm a fool
Cause I drink brew
[Bushwick Bill:]
Quick to bust a cap on the Ides blow
Bushwick gonna go with the flow
'til the Ides loads
[Willie D:]
Here I come
Willie D, that's me
Rollin' with 5th Ward, South Park and South Central, Gee
And St. Ides when I party
By the twelve pack case of becardy
[Scarface:]
A six pack of forty Ack'
Gets the real bounce
I drink brew, but y'all I drink it by the twelve ounce
[Willie D:]
They say Beer makes fail
[Bushwick Bill:]
But St. Ides is straight, so it really don't matter
[Willie D:]
So keep eye on the price
Next time go shoppin, grab the St. Ides
And buy the real Malt liquor
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