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Geto Boys - Geto Boys and Girls lyrics
Intro: Boys and girls Scarface: I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock In a 7 0 Chevy with the drops in slot Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him a pint Tippin' to the southside runnin' a light Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps Collectin' his scratch protection' his snap Use to always tell a nigga keep your mind on paper Bitches in your head you keep your eyes on paper Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch You kill a motherfucker you kill him for that You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up Old man spittin' game so I sucked it up Old enough to do my own thang got me again Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid Went and seen my homie Short Dawg that slided me a track Went to Mase's Pawn Shop and got me a gat Didn't know this crack shit I got my uncle to cook With my eyes on my paper I just fubbled and looked Impatiently waitin' for the pot to boil Man I can't wait to see your rock from ? Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight Time for me to bring Brad Jordan to life Sat my ass upon the corner till it started to bounce Glock scratchin' reach that and started her out It wasn't long before I was goin' for nine I'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that You found your ass misplaces with your head in your lap And niggas is gettin' shiffer with time That's why you never see me with a partner in crime I'm down and dirty nigga FUCK the world And that's what seperated geto boys from girls you know? Bushwick Bill: 5th Ward is the spot where niggas get shot Hoes sell cock and every block is hot Niggas start shit but they don't start it with Bill Cause them motherfuckers know they're blood gonna spill Ever since I was a kid growin' up in the bottom I beat a niggas ass and if I didn't I shot him Never gave a fuck about his family cryin' Bottom line, better his than mine You come around me with that live shit I kill it fast I throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass nigga Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thang You got a set of nuts you better let them motherfuckers hang Even if you're facin' 20 years you never rat You do your time and you come on back And if he a homie he really take care of your people while you're gone And bless you when you come back home Do your time and don't whine is the motherfuckin' anthem That's the type of shit most niggas can't phantom Them bitches tongues come unfurled But that's what seperated the ghetto boys from girls c'mon Scarface: I bet you often wonder how niggas survive in the trail You got jacked and took six and died in your house And motherfuckers sat and grieved your death One of them motherfuckers counted up the keys then left Kind of strange the game it took a change for the worse Split the brain get the cain get back to your dirt And keep the jack you did up under your hat Cause if the word got out you killed him then they killin' you back I never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again You'd think but these niggas on some up shit like double your pay And gives a fuck about respect and joy So how the fuck you figure niggas got respect for a hoe But then again niggas always put their trust in a bitch But in the end it's another nigga bustin' yo shit Fucked around and had to flee the world Cause you couldn't seperate the geto boys and girls Willie D: Geto Boys is the motherfuckin' shit never forget Them southern niggas made your Mind Play Tricks Never the less I left the group in '91 Niggas was mad, I had my gun They had they guns too I wasn't snoozin' Cause I knew that if it came down to it they would use 'em If it was goin' down right then I didn't give a fuck We was gonna tear this whole motherfuckin' city up And nigga that's real comin' from the south You wack ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth Preachin' that positive bullshit you can save Cause your positivity ain't gettin' motherfuckers paid It's G.B. and Willie D reunited Sendin' niggas back to the studio to get they shit tighter And niggas thought it wouldn't happen again But we sat down and settled our differences like men And put the bullshit behind us Cause fuckin' off money ain't a plus it's a minus We did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl And seperating geto boys from girls c'mon man on phone: A.J. you know I spent 23 years in the prison. You know I'm still in prison you know they they uh uh reannounced us, blacks, we represent 37% of the prison system throughout the country. 37%. But we don't represent but but 12% of the country. Now that's diproportionate and ain't no joke you know. It's it's now by coincidence or by ? it's by design. By the year...2015. They gonna have 70% of our community locked up. I'm talking about black gonna be locked up within they community. It's gonna be like it war zone...ghetto |
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