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geto boys - they bitches lyrics

[ verse 1: scarface ]
the heavy hitters from the hou, tex, back in effect
even rougher than ever, what the f-ck did you expect?
the g.b. to apologize?
for never givin a f-ck?
hittin m-th-f-ckas up?
still the rawest in this street thing, i read things
stayin high as a f-ck in a bentley b-mpin sweet thing
and we came to reincarnate the real
hardcore gangsta sh-t for y’all still
goin insane, puttin a bullet in your brain
leavin you shocked, f-ckin the world like pac
settin n-gg-s up like puerto-ricans to stop breathin
cause destiny caught up with yo -ss and got even
and i’m seein your whole family ripped apart
follow in the steps of a n-gg- 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
f-ck the police (dump them b-tches in they car)

[ chorus: scarface ]
cause the police is b-tches
the n-gg-s is b-tches
the b-tches is b-tches
the politicians is b-tches
the b-tches is b-tches
the n-gg-s is b-tches
the police is b-tches
the b-tches is b-tches
the politicians is b-tches
kkk, they b-tches

[ verse 2: willie d ]
die m-th-f-cka, die m-th-f-cka, die m-th-f-cka
die m-th-f-cka, that’s the message
to the b-tches in the white dresses
i got some sh-t to make the room rock
if you don’t wanna feel the pain, you keep your -sses in the boon docks
dumb m-th-f-ckas with your pick up trucks
gave m-th-f-ckas jammin sticks up b-tts
i shoot your -sses in the guts and leave your brains on the windshield
you m-th-f-ckas shoulda been killed

[ verse 3: scarface ]
murder-murder-murder, kill a m-th-f-cka still
watchin the military blowin b-tches up at will
on the brink of startin world war iii, f-ck peace
cause to me an a to a k spells relief
blow this m-th-f-cka up, f-ck sadam
sneak up on his -ss with a rifle, f-ck a bomb
remember ‘nam? n-gg-s got killed in desert storm
when the well being of my kids is at stake i’m alarmed, heavily armed

[ verse 4: willie d ]
m-th-f-ck the judge, the jury and the prosecutor
diverted juda, i smoke buddah and roll with shooteres
war recruiters, the type of n-gg-s that’ll run you down
pistol whip you in front of your family and gun you down
with no comp-ssion n-gg-s be blastin and blastin
and blastin, like? n-gg-s be p-ssin
we mashin on m-th-f-ckas tired of breathin
n-gg-s get even, leavin your loved ones grievin
f-ckin with heathens, the graveyard be your residence
i don’t give a f-ck if you the godd-mn 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 m-th-f-ckas, let’s kill em
? for f-ckin with our children
blood-spill-em along with the deadbeat dads
we needs to straight check they -ss
cause they b-tches

[ chorus: scarface ]
the police is b-tches
the n-gg-s is b-tches
the b-tches is b-tches
the politicians is b-tches
the b-tches is b-tches
the n-gg-s is b-tches
the police is b-tches
the b-tches is b-tches
the politicians is b-tches
kkk, they b-tches

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