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[Scarface] Give it up for the original, it's H-Town's finest The GB, the general, the street hits, the timers Straight up, we criminals, see we keep it grimy You suckaz chemicals, the seeds got you blinded I'm the original, the author of this G-hit You punks is pitiful, cause y'all be on some weakness Me I'm a brotha from the gutter I'm a hustler If rap wasn't payin I'd hit the street... [Willie D] It's Willie D y'all, it's been a minute y'all I'm still in it y'all, ---- the critics y'all Some of y'all make me hotter than tabasco Play with my money I'ma kick you in your ---hole I see the videos, I read the magazines Don't watch award shows, ain't nothin' but a scheme I'm a machine, got a ---- in my loose fist I'll leave you twisted on the ---- in your boots [Bushwick Bill] Well this is Chuck Dawg (will you ever love another trick?) ---- nah! (What's your position on a snitch homey?) ---- laws! (They say the Beatles was the biggest) I'll ---- Paul, and the rest of y'all! I'm the little big man with the big one swangin Stuff still hangin, got chickens singin the blues Geto Boys in the game still bangin And ain't nothin' changin (uh-uh) ain't nothin' changin Don't like punks, hate politicians Can't stand snitches, know the Feds listen So I, send the whole world a ---- you note Schumaker's got a desk job, guess who don't (Aww nah!) [Chorus 2X: Geto Boys] I keeps it real with it, to the hill with it You gotta deal with it, cause you can still get it And every morning when I get up I know this won't change I'm gettin money out these six mo' thangs [Willie D] I run circles around foes and cross 'em out like tic-tac-toe Money money money gotta get that dough I'm a Northside rider, ---- slappin these ------ Fall into the club and chickens eyes get wider I like the way she look up in that liberty skirt But 95% of the game is brainwork I might buy a couple of drinks, and ----- at her ----- If she ain't talkin 'bout ----- I'ma get on dawg [Scarface] Now gimme five or six chickens I'ma ---- ----- ----- Cook it up in momma kitchen, let me get mo' serve If a sucka catch me slippin I'ma get that nerd Can't let you get away with that, that just won't work I wear a white t-shirt, white sneakers and hat Somethin cool on my wrist, a nice piece to match Hoppin out of somethin foreign like the beast I snatch I don't do a lot of fashion papi, I'm just Brad It's like that y'all (that y'all) this y'all (this y'all) I like a skinny trick, I like the big broad [Bushwick Bill] It's like this y'all (this y'all) that y'all (that y'all) I like to stand and --- it from the ---- y'all I ain't the cutest brotha rappin but I still got chose Snatch the baddest piece up in the club with one eye closed R. Kelly that's my homey so I like girls young 18 or 23, black and white, girls --- Little Richard like the singer, ---- for short but Bill Short mon from Jamaica, Brooklyn the real 5th Ward my second home, now I'm back to strike Rap-A-Lot, street music, Geto Boys for life [Chorus] C'mon Whassup - whassup, whassup, whassup? Whassup, whassup, whassup? Whassup, whassup, whassup? Whassup, whassup? Whassup, whassup, whassup? Whassup, whassup.. |