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from Geto Boys - Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly (2005)
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 These soldiers play for keeps |
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from Geto Boys - Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly (2005)
(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 I ain't scared to you muthafuckas |
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from Geto Boys - Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly (2005)
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 want to 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 want to be free No more player hater I gotta be free I want to 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 want to be free No more player hater I gotta be free I want to be free Gettin' tired of waitin' I gotta be free |
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from Geto Boys - Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly (2005)
[ 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 want to 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 KKK, they bitches |
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from Geto Boys - Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly (2005)
[ 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 [ chorus ] |
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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
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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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
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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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
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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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
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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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
(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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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
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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from Geto Boys - The Geto Boys (2005)
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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from Geto Boys - The Geto Boys (2005)
(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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from Geto Boys - Grip It! On That Other Level (2005)
(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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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
(feat. Willie D, Ice Cube & K.B.)
Scarface: I dedicate this to my world doug strugglers I hope metafy you with peace and all hustling I'm busting, for ya'll niggas Cause your my niggas on tha realer beground these streets for stacking peeler For the dealers, save back on your teams and underrestamate with these who do you get the paper and then get of the street ya'll remember, you'll never give the money and the dope to me cause i wont give a shee to a nigga starvin so we can fluss and blow weed hangin' with the warden how many niggas on the quad who don't giva a fuck Survivin struggls hiting licks out the hippieclub I'm just a homie out the hood who did something so why are you fronting i'm in for ten years and i'll still wanted you heard me homie! or do you try to tell it to the dumdums they call you niggas and niggas try steel were they come from i bring the front to all my homies out riding help a homie get on his feet, and we'll all riding sange, and fange in this game, but it's true be sure that you'll respecting the power, and that's you never forget the neighbourhood were it started the ghette south eight is my hood and my hearts with the... Chorus: Ghetto, Ghetto. I can't get out of here ghetto nigga ghetto i can't get out of here Willie D: I represent the southeast, of southeast millenium muthafucka and kay-doo were ya at (one time) bring tha rockas cause muthafuckas being talkin' for so long but now i'm down with the innerface clik and it's on give a fuck were you're from nigga and kay-doo always represtentin that nigga is a fact i've lived in it now look at me, ya'll can't steel rabbit for all ya'll niggas talking that shit, i'm still strapping Will i strapp ya? Niggas with all that hot capit niggas packin' in fake and it ain't happning will you think we're smacking that yellow road is steady packing the home of the ghetto slangin and car jacking nigga, i ain't acting i was brought up in this bitch from the O.P's and all down to the eastwike even flat joe's and even the lingwood is all hood for the Christ your all driving is all hood The ghetto Chorus: Ghetto Ghetto i can't get out of here Ice Cube: I got give it up to my ghetto niggas in the ghetto, bitch, looking forthem ghetto licks geting ghetto rich knowing that the steam in the book flip the gang quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name this ghetto slang is some shit thatcan beat collage, you ain't fucking with this hustla with street knolledge 9 to 5 still fliping twenties on the side try to get by the feints i'm making dollars out of fifty cents got the big body benz, with the wheels on it a celuarphone with no bills on it get your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it baby, leen on it, and i can put the kill on it you gotot strap a nigga lie like a singer puting your baby to sleep and turn of your ring and you can catch me on banewick looking sick in a six and some schweiz on my wrist now picture this you got to blow, cause to many niggas out for mr. Jackson's dope ya'll niggas got to go, to the ghetto Chorus: Ghetto, Ghetto. I can't get out of here ghetto nigga ghetto i can't get out of here Willie D Deathwall is the site when the mic be light as twice as shipp advice to my homies who write me in te pine Now the sale is hell but kids keep sending me mail with their laberty bell, so i can tell you about the half and who got cow for riches, and sending bithces, i'm making bitches I remember when i just to get beat with extensioncars and we slanged by to see were my house was started stealing out of my mama's perce now that she's gone she lives thrue my songs and it sure hurts i couldn't have treated her worse then in the ghetto and turn our womens into wideows sick to see my homie that i ain't with, trade with, payed with, laughed with dead in a casket. to my pumps we can reach the top but you got a chance to get of the pop if you see your chance baby take it i was the last mothafucka in the world who thoiught i would make it but look at me now, a six on the beach in greeze check from the muthafucka stretts of the ghetto Chorus: Ghetto, Ghetto. I can't get out of here ghetto nigga ghetto i can't get out of here |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
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 And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
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 And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
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 And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
Man, motherfuckers just Follow a nigga around dude That's real, some shit though Fuck these feds Redneck, racists mother fuckers Verse: I don't wanna run (run) no more but I know that if I stop I'll be another nigga headed to heaven hangin with Pac These mother fuckers look at me like 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 Penitentiaries and niggas 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're criminals Why are them bitches gettin mother fuckers hung Got a C.I on the inside and everybody sung Mothers and fathers separated from their sons Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue If it's yours say it's yours, take the case and do your time If he was out there gettin money from it e'rything be fine Now you're cryin in your jail cell stressin on the case And the D.A. is at a nigga every other day I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul You in question of your manhood homie, keep the Code Chorus: (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 Verse: 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 day about a nigga case I'm a mother fuckin nigga through and through I aint 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 ya mammy suck his dick as he Rick James (hahaha) Aint no mother fuckin game we've been livin this for real When the government is workin real niggas never squeal Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse Yeah you rappin but the homie Lil Pots can't get out Niggas they hit the pen the get charged and get out On a rule, 35, he aint bought it for the cops You can hear it in his voice, I'd listen to the tapes Now you showin up in court, testifyin for the state Chorus: (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 Verse: I'm knowin all the scams, all the tricks to the trade Know a nigga try to get clean and you get in the way Know a nigga try to get green and you stick out the bait Cuz a nigga like a dope fiend can't rehabilitate Still we stickin to the G Code we playin by the rules We don't fuck around with new niggas cuz new niggas is fools We don't photograph the homies that'll catch a nigga up Only piture 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 mother fuckers in the pen bulletproof So this one here for you, I'ma rep it till I die Fucker 5.K.1. check his P.S.I Send his ass to the top if he say he sit it home He a mother fuckin snitch, snitchin niggas need a song Chorus: (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 We don't talk to police We rely streets dawg Say we don't talk to police But we rely on the streets dawg |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
Man, motherfuckers just Follow a nigga around dude That's real, some shit though Fuck these feds Redneck, racists mother fuckers Verse: I don't wanna run (run) no more but I know that if I stop I'll be another nigga headed to heaven hangin with Pac These mother fuckers look at me like 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 Penitentiaries and niggas 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're criminals Why are them bitches gettin mother fuckers hung Got a C.I on the inside and everybody sung Mothers and fathers separated from their sons Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue If it's yours say it's yours, take the case and do your time If he was out there gettin money from it e'rything be fine Now you're cryin in your jail cell stressin on the case And the D.A. is at a nigga every other day I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul You in question of your manhood homie, keep the Code Chorus: (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 Verse: 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 day about a nigga case I'm a mother fuckin nigga through and through I aint 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 ya mammy suck his dick as he Rick James (hahaha) Aint no mother fuckin game we've been livin this for real When the government is workin real niggas never squeal Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse Yeah you rappin but the homie Lil Pots can't get out Niggas they hit the pen the get charged and get out On a rule, 35, he aint bought it for the cops You can hear it in his voice, I'd listen to the tapes Now you showin up in court, testifyin for the state Chorus: (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 Verse: I'm knowin all the scams, all the tricks to the trade Know a nigga try to get clean and you get in the way Know a nigga try to get green and you stick out the bait Cuz a nigga like a dope fiend can't rehabilitate Still we stickin to the G Code we playin by the rules We don't fuck around with new niggas cuz new niggas is fools We don't photograph the homies that'll catch a nigga up Only piture 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 mother fuckers in the pen bulletproof So this one here for you, I'ma rep it till I die Fucker 5.K.1. check his P.S.I Send his ass to the top if he say he sit it home He a mother fuckin snitch, snitchin niggas need a song Chorus: (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 We don't talk to police We rely streets dawg Say we don't talk to police But we rely on the streets dawg |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
Man, motherfuckers just Follow a nigga around dude That's real, some shit though Fuck these feds Redneck, racists mother fuckers Verse: I don't wanna run (run) no more but I know that if I stop I'll be another nigga headed to heaven hangin with Pac These mother fuckers look at me like 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 Penitentiaries and niggas 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're criminals Why are them bitches gettin mother fuckers hung Got a C.I on the inside and everybody sung Mothers and fathers separated from their sons Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue If it's yours say it's yours, take the case and do your time If he was out there gettin money from it e'rything be fine Now you're cryin in your jail cell stressin on the case And the D.A. is at a nigga every other day I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul You in question of your manhood homie, keep the Code Chorus: (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 Verse: 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 day about a nigga case I'm a mother fuckin nigga through and through I aint 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 ya mammy suck his dick as he Rick James (hahaha) Aint no mother fuckin game we've been livin this for real When the government is workin real niggas never squeal Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse Yeah you rappin but the homie Lil Pots can't get out Niggas they hit the pen the get charged and get out On a rule, 35, he aint bought it for the cops You can hear it in his voice, I'd listen to the tapes Now you showin up in court, testifyin for the state Chorus: (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 Verse: I'm knowin all the scams, all the tricks to the trade Know a nigga try to get clean and you get in the way Know a nigga try to get green and you stick out the bait Cuz a nigga like a dope fiend can't rehabilitate Still we stickin to the G Code we playin by the rules We don't fuck around with new niggas cuz new niggas is fools We don't photograph the homies that'll catch a nigga up Only piture 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 mother fuckers in the pen bulletproof So this one here for you, I'ma rep it till I die Fucker 5.K.1. check his P.S.I Send his ass to the top if he say he sit it home He a mother fuckin snitch, snitchin niggas need a song Chorus: (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 We don't talk to police We rely streets dawg Say we don't talk to police But we rely on the streets dawg |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
She don't want to be with me no mo'
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 [Chorus] 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 crackhead, can pawn yo' shit Willie D'll put a foot in you bitch I sold dope, robbed folks, had to make ends meet Since fifth 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 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
She don't want to be with me no mo'
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 [Chorus] 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 crackhead, can pawn yo' shit Willie D'll put a foot in you bitch I sold dope, robbed folks, had to make ends meet Since fifth 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 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
She don't want to be with me no mo'
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 [Chorus] 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 crackhead, can pawn yo' shit Willie D'll put a foot in you bitch I sold dope, robbed folks, had to make ends meet Since fifth 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 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
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 Don't cry, the secret is to win |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
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 Don't cry, the secret is to win |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
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 Don't cry, the secret is to win |
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