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Geto Boys

Composed by: A. Gilmour/Brad Jordan/Willie D
[Scarface] 
Yo, let's do it 
... we gon' do this one 
Let the beat ride for a minute though 
Will {?} in the house from the town 
FaceMob in this bitch, 'bout to tear shit down 
Uh-huh, yeah, there it is 
Yeah 

Still the, truth in the game ain't a damn thing changed 
Prone to tote heat up and then shoot flames 
Double the O.G. of a deuce thug thang 
Bitches who know me know how I do dames 
Still, fuckin with James we roll in this shit hard 
I locked up the South, he locked the 5th Ward 
Loaded and cocked, I'm known to be a block bleeder 
Known to get paper and I ain't fin' to stop neither 
I got ferarri's, drive Porsches and shit 
Ranch got horses, golf courses and shit 
Eat shrimp steak crab raw oysters and shit 
And still fuck around with all my boys in the bricks 
International nigga, I been in and out the states 
Kingston, Brazil, bitches feedin me grapes 
I can, cut it and bake, all I need is some soda, a plate 
A microwave, Pyrex and a cake 
You can get it how you want it, what I'm spittin is free 
I don't need to hold in court what I can hold in the streets 
Niggaz know how I was raised so ain't no question these 
Consequences you gon' face when niggaz fuckin with me 
There it is 

[Chorus] 
One for the niggaz wanna cross me up 
Two for the bitches wanna toss me up 
Three for the people tryin to get my mail 
Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up 
Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine 
Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime 
Six for the suckers who ain't got no game 
That's a God damn shame, that's why he hatin on mine 

[Willie D] 
From the North to the South I don't need no passes 
You bitches get out of line, I'ma bleed yo' asses 
Look man, I ain't the huffin puffin type 
I'ma put that pistol in your motherfuckin life 
Mayor {?} call my crib, I be gettin them greens 
Fuckin the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans 
Take an interest in politics, Chopin and Van Gogh 
Shoot a motherfucker up and then go vote 
They say variety is the spice of life, so we'll 
fuck the black broads and lay pipe to the whites 
Puerto Ricans and Latinos, Japs and Filipinos 
What is y'all trippin fo'? Pussy is pussy 
I ain't gotta come where you live to shoot you in your sleep 
I know niggaz in yo' hood that'll do you for me 
Youse a bitch-made pussy born with no nutsac 
I'm a motherfuckin stand up cat, that's on the one 

[Chorus] 

[Bushwick Bill] 
Spot a fine-ass bitch and I'm scoopin her up 
You can sleep on me nigga if you're stupid enough 
But I'll be standin in your bed receivin from your woman 
You can bust in, but not while I'm cummin 
Cause I'm cummin everywhere, in her hair, on her face 
on her earring, even on the motherfuckin ceiling 
Keep it playa with a playa, let me get my nut 
After that, you can kill the bitch, I don't give a fuck 
Yes indeed, Chuck smoke good weed 
If it ain't hydro get the fuck out the do' 
You niggaz drink a few shots and your faculty slow 
I down the whole fuckin bottle like it's H2O 
Got the heart and the steel and the will to bust 
I'm the "Little Big Man" with the big ol' nuts 
Don't fuck with bitch-mades, too real for that 
Got the fame and the name but I still will jack, nigga 

[Chorus]
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