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geto boys - what? lyrics

[willie d]
n-gga f-ck, you!
i put a hole in yo’ head big enough to drive a truck through
buck you gon’ see some red sh-t
cause i’mma “whoops upside yo’ head,” b-tch!
hungry for war, heart palpitate, i salivate
i want you c-cksuckin b-tches to retaliate
we don’t gives a f-ck bout what you tryin to stress
i’ll have them folks cuttin a motherf-ckin y in yo’ chest

[bushwick bill]
i’m dyin to wet, any c-cksucker, that f-ck with chuck
cause you know i’m gonna chuckle when i f-ck him up
i’mma act a fool, if anybody clowns
i’m in and out of jail like my homey bobby brown
homey i’m down, just call your n-gga chuck
i’ll help you roll around, and shoot these b-tches up
then it’s back to the cut for some drinkin and p-ssin
‘face tell these n-ggas how we livin (the unforgiven)

[scarface]
how many times do a n-gga gotta ride
on you stupid motherf-ckers ‘fore you realize
i don’t give a f-ck about nuttin (nuttin) guns c-cked bustin (bustin)
whole cl!ck shot up, mob style, wasn’t
concerned about questions cause i ain’t got answers
n-gga we don’t talk to police, f-ck chandler
this sh-t scandalous, these hoes want us
cause we supply this sh-t to yo’ hood on each corner
they came back on ’em, y’all can’t stop us
tried to set me up wit yo’ system but can’t pop ’em
and that’s my problem, you see a n-gga outted
for juicin confidential informers, i squeeze it out him
i take my sawed off, aim it at your dodge b-tch
and murder everybody that b-st-rd was in the car with
i’m tired of bein misprinted, misspelled, misquoted
f-ck the magazine and the punk or the b-tch who wrote it

[hook: repeat 2x]
what? what? what? what?
n-gga it’s the law – n-gga i don’t give a f-ck fool
what? what? what? what?
this is for my dawgs, i’mma light this motherf-cker up

[willie d]
i hit the block with that calico, bustin at yo’ back ho
i’mma spit, you gon’ sh-t, i’m the man, you the b-tch
n-gga matters when and where you scheduled to fight
f-ck with willie d i’ll bust yo’ f-ckin head to the white

[bushwick bill]
cops ain’t about sh-t
want us to walk the straight and narrow when they crooked like d-cks
they steal and they lie, they snort up their nose
they drink and they drive and they beat up on their hoes
so what you got the fingerprints, i left ’em on purpose
i don’t care about the guns and the german shepards
spray pepper in my face, i’mma shoot you trick
it’s geto boys, we don’t play that sh-t in houston b-tch

[hook] – 1/2

[willie d]
this is for my n-ggas up in texas, new york, florida
k!lla cali, indiana, illinois, georgia
tennessee, mississippi, baltimo’, d.c
louisiana, alabama, kentucky and c-t
arkansas, kansas, carolinas, jersey
michigan, oklahoma, seattle, tacoma
the n-ggas gettin har-ssed by the laws in mexico
missouri, arizona, virginia, and ohio
pennsylvania, m-ssachusetts, colorado, f-ck excuses
nevada, idaho, bill o’reilly you da ho
f-ck what you said i’m bout my bread
f-ck what you said i’m bout my bread
i do this sh-t until i’m dead
i do this sh-t until i’m dead

[hook]

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