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Geto Boys
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Yo, let's do it We gon' do this one Let the beat ride for a minute though Will, him 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 fifth 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 Ferrari's, drive Porches 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 in these Consequences you gon' face when niggaz fuckin' with me
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 goddamn shame, that's why he hatin' on mine
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, can I call my crib, I be gettin' them greens Fuckin' the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans Take an interest in politics, shoppin' and Van Gogh Shoot a motherfucker up and then go vote
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
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 goddamn shame, that's why he hatin' on mine
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' hate from your woman You could 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 could 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
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 goddamn shame, that's why he hatin' on mine
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