"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
[ 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!
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: 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
[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
[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]
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
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
[ 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
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!)
[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?
[ 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
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
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
[ 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)
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
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:
(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
don't call me bitch punk
don't call me punk bitch
(reapeat 7 times)
punk bitch punk bitch
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
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
(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'
*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*
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
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)
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
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
[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
(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
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.
[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
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
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
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
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
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
*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!
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'
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
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
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
[ 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
