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from Geto Boys - Foundation (2005)
[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.. |
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from Geto Boys - Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly (2005)
[ 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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from Geto Boys - Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly (2005)
[ 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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from Geto Boys - Foundation (2005)
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 |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
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 |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
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 |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
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 |
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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
(feat. Willie D, Ice Cube & K.B.)
Scarface: I dedicate this to my world doug strugglers I hope metafy you with peace and all hustling I'm busting, for ya'll niggas Cause your my niggas on tha realer beground these streets for stacking peeler For the dealers, save back on your teams and underrestamate with these who do you get the paper and then get of the street ya'll remember, you'll never give the money and the dope to me cause i wont give a shee to a nigga starvin so we can fluss and blow weed hangin' with the warden how many niggas on the quad who don't giva a fuck Survivin struggls hiting licks out the hippieclub I'm just a homie out the hood who did something so why are you fronting i'm in for ten years and i'll still wanted you heard me homie! or do you try to tell it to the dumdums they call you niggas and niggas try steel were they come from i bring the front to all my homies out riding help a homie get on his feet, and we'll all riding sange, and fange in this game, but it's true be sure that you'll respecting the power, and that's you never forget the neighbourhood were it started the ghette south eight is my hood and my hearts with the... Chorus: Ghetto, Ghetto. I can't get out of here ghetto nigga ghetto i can't get out of here Willie D: I represent the southeast, of southeast millenium muthafucka and kay-doo were ya at (one time) bring tha rockas cause muthafuckas being talkin' for so long but now i'm down with the innerface clik and it's on give a fuck were you're from nigga and kay-doo always represtentin that nigga is a fact i've lived in it now look at me, ya'll can't steel rabbit for all ya'll niggas talking that shit, i'm still strapping Will i strapp ya? Niggas with all that hot capit niggas packin' in fake and it ain't happning will you think we're smacking that yellow road is steady packing the home of the ghetto slangin and car jacking nigga, i ain't acting i was brought up in this bitch from the O.P's and all down to the eastwike even flat joe's and even the lingwood is all hood for the Christ your all driving is all hood The ghetto Chorus: Ghetto Ghetto i can't get out of here Ice Cube: I got give it up to my ghetto niggas in the ghetto, bitch, looking forthem ghetto licks geting ghetto rich knowing that the steam in the book flip the gang quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name this ghetto slang is some shit thatcan beat collage, you ain't fucking with this hustla with street knolledge 9 to 5 still fliping twenties on the side try to get by the feints i'm making dollars out of fifty cents got the big body benz, with the wheels on it a celuarphone with no bills on it get your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it baby, leen on it, and i can put the kill on it you gotot strap a nigga lie like a singer puting your baby to sleep and turn of your ring and you can catch me on banewick looking sick in a six and some schweiz on my wrist now picture this you got to blow, cause to many niggas out for mr. Jackson's dope ya'll niggas got to go, to the ghetto Chorus: Ghetto, Ghetto. I can't get out of here ghetto nigga ghetto i can't get out of here Willie D Deathwall is the site when the mic be light as twice as shipp advice to my homies who write me in te pine Now the sale is hell but kids keep sending me mail with their laberty bell, so i can tell you about the half and who got cow for riches, and sending bithces, i'm making bitches I remember when i just to get beat with extensioncars and we slanged by to see were my house was started stealing out of my mama's perce now that she's gone she lives thrue my songs and it sure hurts i couldn't have treated her worse then in the ghetto and turn our womens into wideows sick to see my homie that i ain't with, trade with, payed with, laughed with dead in a casket. to my pumps we can reach the top but you got a chance to get of the pop if you see your chance baby take it i was the last mothafucka in the world who thoiught i would make it but look at me now, a six on the beach in greeze check from the muthafucka stretts of the ghetto Chorus: Ghetto, Ghetto. I can't get out of here ghetto nigga ghetto i can't get out of here |
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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
i sit alone in my 4-cornered room stairin at candelsOh that shit is on? Heh
Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth Verse One: Scarface At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned Four walls just starin at a nigga I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the trigger My mother's always stressin I ain't livin right But I ain't going out without a fight See, everytime my eyes close I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose It's somebody watchin the Ak' But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back I can see him when I'm deep in the covers When I awake I don't see the motherfucker He owns a black hat like I own A black suit and a cane like my own Some might say, ""Take a chill, B"" But fuck that shit! There's a nigga trying to kill me I'm poppin in the clip when the wind blows Every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window Investigatin the joint for traps Checkin my telephone for taps I'm starin at the woman on the corner It's fucked up when your mind is playin tricks on ya Verse Two: Willie D I make big money, I drive big cars Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star But late at night, somethin ain't right I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights Is it that fool that I ran off the block? Or is it that nigga last week that I shot? Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a motherfucker Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick If it's goin down let's get this shit over with Here they come, just like I figured I got my hand on the motherfuckin trigger What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens I live by the sword I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid I keep lookin over my shoulder and peepin around corners My mind is playin tricks on me Verse Three: Scarface Day by day it's more impossible to cope I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous Every Sunday mornin I'm in service Prayin for forgiveness And tryin to find an exit out the business I know the Lord is lookin at me But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy I often drift while I drive Havin fatal thoughts of suicide BANG and get it over with And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit I got a little boy to look after And if I died then my child would be a bastard I had a woman down with me But to me it seemed like she was down to get me She helped me out in this shit But to me she was just another bitch Now she's back with her mother Now I'm realizing that I love her Now I'm feelin lonely My mind is playin tricks on me Verse Four: Bushwick Bill This year Halloween fell on a weekend Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin Robbin little kids for bags Till an old man got behind our ass So we speeded up the pace Took a look back, and he was right before our face He'd be in for a squabble no doubt So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth He was goin down, we figured But this was no ordinary nigga He stood about six or seven feet Now, that's the nigga I'd be seein in my sleep So we triple-teamed on him Droppin them motherfuckin B's on him The more I swung the more blood flew Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too Then I felt just like a fiend It wasn't even close to Halloween It was dark as fuck on the streets My hands were all bloody, from punchin on the concrete God damn, homie My mind is playin tricks on me |
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from Geto Boys - Grip It! On That Other Level (2005)
(he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)
[ verse 1: bushwick bill ] Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head Sit down, and watch you bleed to death I hear the sound of your last breath Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left You was in the right place with me at the wrong time I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind Calm down, back to reality Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me Flashes, I get flashes of jason Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck Pussy play superman, your ass'll get boxed up Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic (he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) (he's a) (he's a) (he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) [ verse 2: bushwick bill ] Lookin through her window, now my body is warm She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch Whipped out my knife, said, "if you scream, I'm cuttin" Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed Had sex with the corpse before I left her And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter Run for shelter never crossed my mind I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine Dial 911 for the bitch But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic (another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) (maniac) (maniac) (another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) [ verse 3: scarface ] I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles Dreamin of the people I've dismantled I close my eyes and in the circle Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry I be ebbin when I'm high So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly Like I said before, scarface is my identity A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit Cause here comes a lunatic [ verse 4: scarface ] My girl's gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, "brad!" As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass Went to the back and grabbed a shovel Now granny's on her way to meet the devil Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch A cop says (freeze, muthafucka!) bitch, suck my dick I said, "die, muthafuckas!" as I blasted Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic The scent of buckshots in human flesh Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest No sheriff's gonna take me on a road Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode Fuck that, cause I ain'ts to die So I reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry It got me crazy as fuck A ragin psychotic full of that angel's dust The cops had the place surrounded Hunted for a way to get out - I found it Innocent bystanders watch me set an example I popped one, "let me go, goddammit Scot free Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me" All of a sudden the shit got silent I remember wakin up, in an asylum Bein treated like a troubled kid My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit Think this is harsh? this ain't as harsh as it gets No tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic (maniac) (maniac) (ma-) (mani-) (maniac) (I can't quit) [ verse 5: willie d ] November 1st 1966 A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic I shoulda been killed But sister fucked around and let me live Now I developped a criminal behaviour Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya Ass, beyond recognition, shit Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons Cross the line, your ass is mine I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99 Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies You wanna know what makes me click? My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic (let's get out of here, that guy is crazy) (ma-) (ma-) (ma-) (maniac) [ verse 6: willie d ] I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me Unless your ass wanna be made history I'll blow your muthafuckin house up And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked I don't give a damn who I slay Don't let me get a hold of some e&j Cause when the shit hit the fan I'll stab your ass quicker than a mexican The nightmares I leave you with on the scene Will make freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch I got the mind of a lunatic |
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from Geto Boys - The Geto Boys (2005)
(he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)
[ verse 1: bushwick bill ] Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head Sit down, and watch you bleed to death I hear the sound of your last breath Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left You was in the right place with me at the wrong time I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind Calm down, back to reality Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me Flashes, I get flashes of jason Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck Pussy play superman, your ass'll get boxed up Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic (he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) (he's a) (he's a) (he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) [ verse 2: bushwick bill ] Lookin through her window, now my body is warm She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch Whipped out my knife, said, "if you scream, I'm cuttin" Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed Had sex with the corpse before I left her And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter Run for shelter never crossed my mind I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine Dial 911 for the bitch But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic (another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) (maniac) (maniac) (another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) [ verse 3: scarface ] I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles Dreamin of the people I've dismantled I close my eyes and in the circle Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry I be ebbin when I'm high So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly Like I said before, scarface is my identity A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit Cause here comes a lunatic [ verse 4: scarface ] My girl's gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, "brad!" As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass Went to the back and grabbed a shovel Now granny's on her way to meet the devil Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch A cop says (freeze, muthafucka!) bitch, suck my dick I said, "die, muthafuckas!" as I blasted Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic The scent of buckshots in human flesh Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest No sheriff's gonna take me on a road Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode Fuck that, cause I ain'ts to die So I reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry It got me crazy as fuck A ragin psychotic full of that angel's dust The cops had the place surrounded Hunted for a way to get out - I found it Innocent bystanders watch me set an example I popped one, "let me go, goddammit Scot free Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me" All of a sudden the shit got silent I remember wakin up, in an asylum Bein treated like a troubled kid My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit Think this is harsh? this ain't as harsh as it gets No tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic (maniac) (maniac) (ma-) (mani-) (maniac) (I can't quit) [ verse 5: willie d ] November 1st 1966 A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic I shoulda been killed But sister fucked around and let me live Now I developped a criminal behaviour Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya Ass, beyond recognition, shit Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons Cross the line, your ass is mine I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99 Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies You wanna know what makes me click? My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic (let's get out of here, that guy is crazy) (ma-) (ma-) (ma-) (maniac) [ verse 6: willie d ] I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me Unless your ass wanna be made history I'll blow your muthafuckin house up And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked I don't give a damn who I slay Don't let me get a hold of some e&j Cause when the shit hit the fan I'll stab your ass quicker than a mexican The nightmares I leave you with on the scene Will make freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch I got the mind of a lunatic |
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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
(he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)
[ verse 1: bushwick bill ] Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head Sit down, and watch you bleed to death I hear the sound of your last breath Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left You was in the right place with me at the wrong time I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind Calm down, back to reality Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me Flashes, I get flashes of jason Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck Pussy play superman, your ass'll get boxed up Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic (he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) (he's a) (he's a) (he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) [ verse 2: bushwick bill ] Lookin through her window, now my body is warm She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch Whipped out my knife, said, "if you scream, I'm cuttin" Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed Had sex with the corpse before I left her And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter Run for shelter never crossed my mind I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine Dial 911 for the bitch But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic (another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) (maniac) (maniac) (another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) [ verse 3: scarface ] I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles Dreamin of the people I've dismantled I close my eyes and in the circle Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry I be ebbin when I'm high So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly Like I said before, scarface is my identity A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit Cause here comes a lunatic [ verse 4: scarface ] My girl's gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, "brad!" As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass Went to the back and grabbed a shovel Now granny's on her way to meet the devil Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch A cop says (freeze, muthafucka!) bitch, suck my dick I said, "die, muthafuckas!" as I blasted Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic The scent of buckshots in human flesh Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest No sheriff's gonna take me on a road Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode Fuck that, cause I ain'ts to die So I reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry It got me crazy as fuck A ragin psychotic full of that angel's dust The cops had the place surrounded Hunted for a way to get out - I found it Innocent bystanders watch me set an example I popped one, "let me go, goddammit Scot free Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me" All of a sudden the shit got silent I remember wakin up, in an asylum Bein treated like a troubled kid My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit Think this is harsh? this ain't as harsh as it gets No tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic (maniac) (maniac) (ma-) (mani-) (maniac) (I can't quit) [ verse 5: willie d ] November 1st 1966 A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic I shoulda been killed But sister fucked around and let me live Now I developped a criminal behaviour Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya Ass, beyond recognition, shit Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons Cross the line, your ass is mine I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99 Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies You wanna know what makes me click? My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic (let's get out of here, that guy is crazy) (ma-) (ma-) (ma-) (maniac) [ verse 6: willie d ] I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me Unless your ass wanna be made history I'll blow your muthafuckin house up And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked I don't give a damn who I slay Don't let me get a hold of some e&j Cause when the shit hit the fan I'll stab your ass quicker than a mexican The nightmares I leave you with on the scene Will make freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch I got the mind of a lunatic |
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3:42 |
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| from Geto Boys - The Geto Boys (2005) | |||||
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4:12 |
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| from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005) | |||||
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4:12 |
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| from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005) | |||||
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5:28 |
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| from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005) | |||||
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4:12 |
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| from Geto Boys - Foundation (2005) | |||||
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0:50 |
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| from Geto Boys - The Resurrection (2005) | |||||
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| from Willie D - "Loved By Few, Hated By Many" (2000) | |||||
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5:38 |
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| from Geto Boys - Till Death Do Us Part (2005) | |||||
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1:01 |
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| from Geto Boys - Foundation (2005) | |||||
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