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geto boys - nothin' 2 show lyrics

[hook]
i’ll be d-mned if i’mma live without it
i’m penitentiary real until the day i die
i’ll pull a f-ckin heist.. sn-tch away your f-ckin life
shake the dice, sell rocks, flip bricks
print up some motherf-ckin counterfeit
it’s too cold
when you made a big knot and your heartbeat stops
and they throw you in a box and you ain’t got nothin to show

[willie d]
they say the first law of nature, is self-preservation
f-ck a playstation, my bills don’t vacation
got a mac-11, holdin up a bankin center
if they follow my instructions, they might make it home for dinner
cake–ss n-gga in the club, bottle poppin
.. make me wanna pop him, heh
he bought a drink, flashed his knot, now he dearly departed
broke as i was, that n-gga had to be r-t-rded
stung him in the cabbage with that semi-automatic
jacked his chain and his watch, and rifled through his {?}
i’ll k!ll ya dead, rich or po’, grown or a youngster
i ain’t cody scott, but i can be a +monster+
call me a sinner, but know what’s funny?
so is the dude that you give your money to on sundays
like my grandmother, she paid her t-the, sold her place and picked up folks
for the church and died broke, with nothin to show

[hook]

[willie d]
you can talk that hot sh-t if you want to
but it don’t tell me what you won’t do
when you’re down on your luck and n0body gives a f-ck
bill collectors on your heels and they repo’n your wheels
i done had money, been broke and had it again
anythang i do twice, i can do it again
look how many n-ggas who done sold drugs all this time
that’s doin a bunch of years are back in the hood and ain’t got a dime
ain’t no excuse for it, go on be a man and admit it
that come from cappin, buyin cars and trickin b-tches
i ain’t tryin to knock your hustle homey, that ain’t cool
but get your money, clean it up, and get the f-ck on fool
cause your friends just wanna stunt and these hoes just want your bread
and the fed is gonna hunt and these n-ggas’ll blow your head
behind beef, or a fake say, dude knew your face
so you murdered him, but ain’t got nothin to show

[hook]

[willie d]
i’ll be god d-mned if i’mma be that old n-gga that live
60 plus years and leave nothin but bills
“mind playin tricks” still playin on the box
and i’m sittin on the porch in sweats and some mismatched dress socks
yeah right! before i go out like a busta
i get all my f-ckin guns and k!ll all you motherf-ckers
i ain’t gon’ be that cat that’s broke so he blows his brain
i’mma be the one to k!ll the armored truck driver if anythang
f-ck the fame i want the dough cause when times get drastic
you cain’t take a f-ckin ego to the bank and cash it
i’m not impressed with your big house and expensive whip
if you can’t pay cash you can’t afford the sh-t
they say heaven got what i’m needin, but just in case it don’t exist
i’m gettin my flowers while i’m breathin
but ain’t gon’ be like sammy davis and redd foxx
when willie d check up out this b-tch he goin out on top

[hook]

i told you, i was gon’ give you somethin to think about
sh-t, even if i f-ck off all the money i made
n-gga i’mma still god d-mn be paid at the end
cause guess what? got that life insurance policy, hahaha
sh-t that motherf-cker there’s, better than playin the lottery
you guaranteed to hit
babies they can come up like instant millionaires
i tell you right now my baby’s an instant millionaire
n-gga you understand what i’m sayin?
some of y’all sucka busta -ss n-gga
y’all don’t understand that kind of sh-t
y’all like, worry about the b-tch
spendin the money on this n-gga and that n-gga and all this sh-t
n-gga drivin your car, livin in your house
stop marryin these motherf-ckin hoes! you won’t have that problem

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