Geto Boys - Foundation (2005) by Geto Boys (보컬) on maniadb.com

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

[Z-Ro]
When it get gangsta..
When it get gangsta, yeah
When it get gangsta - will these motherfuckers ride or die
When it get gangsta, yeah
Bitch nigga you ain't no soldier, you gon' hide and cry

[Willie D]
Well let me tell you a lil' somethin 'bout the niggaz I roll with
We chin check bitches, we don't go for that ho shit
Come to the Bloody Nickel tryin to stunt
Fifty thou' say I knock yo' ass out with one punch
And I don't care how many gangsta rap songs you listen to
Or the fact you smoke weed and pack a gun, I see the bitch in you
I ain't just {?} shells, be sparkin the marks
I put a clip in you like it's a walk in the park
You can try to make bond, but I'ma stick to the script
Hit you with the pistol grip and make your L-dog flip
Youse a punk, youse a bitch, I'll say it to your face
Youse a punk youse a bitch that testified for the state
All them cowards watchin your back, just don't matter
All I gotta do is clap one and the rest gon' scatter
You click on easy targets and cats who don't bust back
Niggaz thinkin y'all the real but tell me this

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
When it get gangsta - is your niggaz gonna fight or run?
When it get gangsta, yeah
The niggaz that be bumpin they be tuckin they tongue
When it get gangsta - will these motherfuckers ride or die
When it get gangsta, yeah
Bitch nigga you ain't no soldier, you gon' hide and cry

[Scarface]
Pussies fabricated, I'm made, you hoes made up
I speak like I live it doggie, you hoes hate us
I cook and rock it cause all you hoes cake up
I'm ridin on all of you stupid hoes, pay up
What's all this wolfin niggaz is barkin, come fuck with me fool
And I'ma put a hole inside yo' ass with this tool


Seven shots, niggaz is gutter, we get in yo' shit
Talkin greasy like you runnin somethin, squeezin your dick
What is you itchy, what's really nigga? Call from the block
Loud talkin like you scared niggaz, boy youse a mark
You know real niggaz move quiet and quick to do dirt
Put this pistol up against your jersey, squeeze it and skirt
Murder be dirty {?} but that's in the plan
And here's somethin that you can't understand
How I can just up and five-finger kill me a man
This game right here for real, you niggaz playin, but

[Chorus]

[Willie D]
Niggaz always tell me how real I sound when I flow
That's cause the shit I talk about, I done done it befo'
Other rappers mouth off, that's just protection talk
I done robbed, sold dope, squeezed and left 'em in chalk
Yeah, them hard styles ain't about nuttin cocksucker
Lookin mean ain't never killed a motherfucker
So what you been to the pen and they call you a killer
I still draw this Desert E and spit at you nigga
My mind is made up, just balls and my word
Any bastard that fucked with mine gon' get scurred
Keep thinkin I'm playin, keep thinkin I'm kiddin
I'll bust yo' motherfuckin head wide open like a watermelon
Homeboy 'bout to get his ass whupped blue
And he gon' probably sue, cause that's what pussies do
Some say it ain't worth it but fuck that shit
I'd rather die like a soldier than to live like a bitch

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro] When it gets gangsta..

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]

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

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