geto boys – raise up lyrics
click click bang he, he, he
i’m sick of n-gg-z trying to shoot the big six
but when the sh-t jumps off the n-gg- plays the big b-tch
and that’s the problem with the nation of blacks
too slow with your motherf-cking hands so you grab your gats
and listen to the gangsta music
you got a glock-ten in your lap but you scared to use it
you’s a motherf-cking stud
letting all your homies know you bought another gun
suppose they tried to pack you, dropped your d-ck in the dirt
and know exactly how to send it at you
trying to work your way into the big clique
and that’s the main reason young n-gg-z die quick
living in this fast sh-t and trying to have a bad bit
but what you n-gg-z know about a bank roll
tricking off the money you made with them stank hoes
think about it quick quick and raise up b-tch
now the n-gg-z i run with are down brothers
and ready to die for a motherf-cker
so when you want to step mate
i’m a bust you dead in your -ss with this twelve gauge
i ain’t your ordinary villain
some n-gg-z was born dying i was born killing
so gather up your army g
‘cos that’s what it’s going to take to stop a n-gg- like me
‘cos i’m coming at you full force n-gg-
i hope you got some real n-gg-z on the trigger
‘cos i be rolling like a hustler
and since you got gats you better use them motherf-ckers
sparking nines at a drastic pace
taking orders from a motherf-cking basket case
so when my nine goes pop
boy you better sh-t and get your -ss up off the pot
f-ck ’em up listen to my glock click
now raise up b-tch
so n-gg-z don’t f-ck with me
‘cos i’m a run the whole ninety motherf-cking three
and the rest of the years to come
so b-tches bring it on if you motherf-ckers want some
and i’m a break you off a big piece
‘cos n-gg-z can’t f-ck with the big chief
attention motherf-ckers about face
salute the one that the people call scarface
still quick to hit them up, quick to get them up
quick to not give a f-ck, never bringing the false sh-t
i left the mic for a year and i still ain’t lost it
still running them down, gunning them down
yeah, ‘cos real n-gg-z going to clown
so put your crown on since you’re bigger
and let me take care of my business n-gg-
the bigger the n-gg- the bigger the cap
the bigger the bullet the bigger the f-cking gatt
so step up with that hoe sh-t and i’m a empty the whole clip
ain’t no running like a rabbit
‘cos i’m a let you motherf-ckers have it
let the motherf-cker blast
and bring your hat to your motherf-cking -ss
‘cos n-gg-z ain’t true to it, you’re new to it
and don’t know what to do to it
but i ain’t never had that kind of luck
if you’re scared to bite the bullet then raise the f-ck
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