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| 2. |
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| 3. |
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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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| 4. |
| 6:27 |
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(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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| 0:28 |
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| 6. |
| 6:13 |
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| 7. |
| 5:15 |
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| 8. |
| 5:39 |
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| 9. |
| 6:35 |
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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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| 6:20 |
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| 11. |
| 4:40 |
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[ 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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| 12. |
| 5:42 |
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[ 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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