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Geto Boys Geto Boys Geto Boys Geto Boys (Don't fuck with me) --> Tony Montana [ VERSE 1: Willie D ] 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 Face 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 time to go to 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 eat, 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) I'm an assassin [ VERSE 2: Scarface ] 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 beat me or cheat me, my boss is bossin your ass Once lived Sheila, yeah, I meant to kill her Her teeth was big and gappy, so we called her Godzilla She planned for a party, she said "Bring everybody" No jive, when we arrived we saw Dectective Ray McCarthy I started haul-assin, my Adidas came unfastened I fell and went to jail and came back as an assassin First I start wailin, my pockets started swellin 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 place that was quiet and dark She said "yo, turn 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 that 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: Bushwick Bill ] Her 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 pretty drunk 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 thang," 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 her 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 She 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 Cuttin and cuttin, he said "Bushwick, 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!) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't fuck with me) |
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(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 I got the mind of a lunatic |
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i sit alone in my 4-cornered room stairin at candelsOh that shit is on? Heh
Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth Verse One: Scarface At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned Four walls just starin at a nigga I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the trigger My mother's always stressin I ain't livin right But I ain't going out without a fight See, everytime my eyes close I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose It's somebody watchin the Ak' But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back I can see him when I'm deep in the covers When I awake I don't see the motherfucker He owns a black hat like I own A black suit and a cane like my own Some might say, ""Take a chill, B"" But fuck that shit! There's a nigga trying to kill me I'm poppin in the clip when the wind blows Every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window Investigatin the joint for traps Checkin my telephone for taps I'm starin at the woman on the corner It's fucked up when your mind is playin tricks on ya Verse Two: Willie D I make big money, I drive big cars Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star But late at night, somethin ain't right I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights Is it that fool that I ran off the block? Or is it that nigga last week that I shot? Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a motherfucker Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick If it's goin down let's get this shit over with Here they come, just like I figured I got my hand on the motherfuckin trigger What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens I live by the sword I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid I keep lookin over my shoulder and peepin around corners My mind is playin tricks on me Verse Three: Scarface Day by day it's more impossible to cope I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous Every Sunday mornin I'm in service Prayin for forgiveness And tryin to find an exit out the business I know the Lord is lookin at me But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy I often drift while I drive Havin fatal thoughts of suicide BANG and get it over with And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit I got a little boy to look after And if I died then my child would be a bastard I had a woman down with me But to me it seemed like she was down to get me She helped me out in this shit But to me she was just another bitch Now she's back with her mother Now I'm realizing that I love her Now I'm feelin lonely My mind is playin tricks on me Verse Four: Bushwick Bill This year Halloween fell on a weekend Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin Robbin little kids for bags Till an old man got behind our ass So we speeded up the pace Took a look back, and he was right before our face He'd be in for a squabble no doubt So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth He was goin down, we figured But this was no ordinary nigga He stood about six or seven feet Now, that's the nigga I'd be seein in my sleep So we triple-teamed on him Droppin them motherfuckin B's on him The more I swung the more blood flew Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too Then I felt just like a fiend It wasn't even close to Halloween It was dark as fuck on the streets My hands were all bloody, from punchin on the concrete God damn, homie My mind is playin tricks on me |
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All I have in this scar is balls (x6)
balls, right word (gunshot) balls, right word (don't fuck with me) balls, right word (gunshot) balls, right word (don't fuck with me) All I have in this scar.... (x10) If he needed the money he give em pow (x2) This town is like a great big pussy, just waitin' to get fucked (x4) Say hello to my little friend (x4) (tons of gunshots) All i have in this scar is balls (x6) Don't fuck with me (x4) (Gunshots) All I have in this scar is balls (until the song ends) |
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Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 1 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights And niggas always gotta high cap Showin' all his boys how he shot em But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta 'cause gangsta-ass niggas think deep Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7 'cause real gangsta ass niggas don't sleep And all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin', pussy-eatin' prankstas 'cause when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 2 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Feedin' the poor and hepin out wit they bills Although I was born in jamaica Now I'm in the us makin' deals Damn it feels good to be a gangsta I mean one that you don't really know Ridin' around town in a drop-top benz Hittin' switches in my black six-fo' Now gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors Some got killed in the past But this gangtsa here is a smart one Started living for the lord and I'll last Now all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin' cocksuckin' prankstas When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 3 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangta-ass nigga knows the play Real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches Ask that gangsta-ass nigga little jake Now bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign And play the role of little miss sweet But catch the bitch all alone get the digit take her out And then dump-hittin' the ass with the meat 'cause gangsta-ass niggas be the gang playas And everythings quiet in the clique A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger And his partners in the posse ain't tellin' off shit Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much All ya hear is the black from the gun blast And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast Now when you in the free world talkin' shit do the shit Hit the pen and let the mothafuckas shank ya But niggas like myself kick back and peep game 'cause damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 4 And now, a word from the president! Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Gettin voted into the white house Everything lookin good to the people of the world But the mafia family is my boss So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down Like lettin' a big drug shipment through And send 'em to the poor community So we can bust you know who So voters of the world keep supportin' me And I promise to take you very far Other leaders better not upset me Or I'll send a million troops to die at war To all you republicans, that helped me win I sincerely like to thank you 'cause now I got the world swingin' from my nuts And damn it feels good to be a gangsta |
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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? Yo, 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 Yo 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 I send you a motherfuckin note that says "chuckie's got em!" |
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