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geto boys - read these nikes lyrics

(oh my goodness!)
(hit it)

[ verse 1: willie d ]
here i go again, another brawl, a conflict
somebody finna get they -ss kicked
if you ain’t down with the geto boys
get your happy -ss outta dodge
the rumors you heard ain’t slander
willie d don’t give a f-ck about a godd-mn by-stander
so when you see me clutch my fist
get out the way or get t-rolled, b-tch
i’m inclined to physically whip your -ss
but if you wanna blast
make a m-th-f-ckin motion like you wanna reach
and you gon’ have a d-mn funeral next week
>from the hardest to the softest
for me to beat a n-gg- down is a day at the office
see, my appearance is so d-mn fly
it makes em say, “hm – he’s a nice guy”
so a n-gg- try to play me like a hoe
oh-oh, oh sh-t, d-mn, that’s a no-no
i get dead on his -ss, so when i’m strikin
he bet no fall, or i’ma make his -ss read these nikes

(oh my goodness!)

[ verse 2: willie d ]
you read these nikes, cause you’re f-cked up, punk
here’s the definition of gettin your -ss stomped
(i’m a n-gg- insane kickin -ss extremely)
so you weak–ss hoes keep dreamin
bushwick, can i get a witness?
(f-ck yeah, nightquil that sickness!)
yeah, and when i form this gesture
don’t call mama, cause the b-tch can’t help ya
better yell for a paramedic
or somethin that nature, cause i’ma try to break ya
-ss into m-th-f-ckin particles
let’s see if i can get you in a newspaper article
to h-ll with emotions
i don’t stop till i cream a m-th-f-cka like lotion
remorse – what the f-ck is that?
i beat your mama -ss and go get a six-pack
gettin mild, i don’t play that sh-t
f-ck havin mercy on a godd-mn b-tch
n-gg- get beat, oh mama
but if she f-cks with me
her -ss is gonna read these nikes

[ bushwick bill ]
yo d, i saw the way you stomped that m-th-f-cka
and left your trademark upside his head
[ will ]
yeah man, that was one of my ? ? ? nikes
i usually leave the whole m-th-f-ckin logo

[ verse 3: willie d ]
i don’t give a f-ck who you hang with, trick
friends ain’t sh-t when you’re gettin your -ss kicked
but if your buddies wanna get in my mix
chop-chop ( -gunfire- ) yo, b-tch
it ain’t nothin but a mere formality
every sucker m-th-f-cka is a casualty
i kick -ss, you won’t ever diss
look at the bottom of my godd-mn shoeprint
>from m-th-f-ckas done donated blood to the kid
now do you wanna make a bid?
i didn’t think so, cause i’d have yo
-ss screamin just like a d-mn hoe
when i hit ya in your godd-mn mouth
and show you what a real n-gg-‘s all about
when i dispose of your -ss like waste
and nothin but my shoe is in your m-th-f-ckin face
you’re readin these nikes

look at you now, m-th-f-cka!
(oh sh-t!)
look at…
(oh! aw, hold up, man
hold up, sh-t, aw, come on…
alright, man, alright, i quit, man
i quit, alright – aw sh-t)
…f-ck with me!
(oh man)

(hit it)
[ verse 4: willie d ]
here’s an incident that got me sent to the slammer
i’m at the club rappin to this h-lla hammer
this b-tch was holy, severely cut
so i’m rappin to her, right? to see if she’ll f-ck
i never asked if she was taken, cause honestly
that type of sh-t don’t matter to me
just when we was leavin out the godd-mn door
some trick–ss n-gg- fronted me bout the wh-r-
i let the fool file with a diss or two
but the n-gg- kept pushin the godd-mn issue
so i pulled out the 9mm
and bust his -ss in the head, you could see the
blood gushin out his godd-mn skull
he played hisself, now his -ss gettin drugged
i was charged with aggravated -ssault
but before i got off his -ss
…i made him read these nikes

(oh my goodness!)

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