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Geto Boys

"Read These Nikes"

(Oh my goodness!)
(Hit it)

[ VERSE 1: Willie D ]
Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict
Somebody finna get they ass kicked
If you ain't down with the Geto Boys
Get your happy ass outta Dodge
The rumors you heard ain't slander
Willie D don't give a f*ck about a goddamn bystander
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 ass
But if you wanna blast
Make a muthaf*ckin motion like you wanna reach
And you gon' have a damn funeral next week
From the hardest to the softest
For me to beat a n*gga down is a day at the office
See, my appearance is so damn fly
It makes em say, "Hm - he's a nice guy"
So a n*gga try to play me like a ho
Oh-oh, oh sh*t, damn, that's a no-no
I get dead on his ass, so when I'm strikin
He bet no fall, or I'mma make his ass read these Nikes

(Oh my goodness! x2)

[ VERSE 2: Willie D ]
You read these Nikes, cause you're f*cked up, punk
Here's the definition of gettin your ass stomped
(I'm a n*gga insane kickin ass extremely)
So you weak-ass hoes keep dreamin
Bushwick, can I get a witness?
(f*ck yeah, Nyquil 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'mma try to break ya
Ass into muthaf*ckin particles
Let's see if I can get you in a newspaper article
To hell with emotions
I don't stop till I cream a muthaf*cka like lotion
Remorse - what the f*ck is that?
I beat your mama ass and go get a six-pack
Gettin mild, I don't play that sh*t
f*ck havin mercy on a goddamn b*tch
n*gga could be yo momma
But if she f*cks with me
Her ass is gonna read these Nikes

[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yo D, I saw the way you stomped that muthaf*cka
And left your trademark upside his head
[ Will ]
Yeah man, that was one of my off nights
I usually leave the whole muthaf*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 ass 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 muthaf*cka is a casualty
I kick ass, you want evidence
Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoeprint
From muthaf*ckas done donated blood to the kid
Now do you wanna make a bid?
I didn't think so, cause I'd have yo
Ass screamin just like a damn ho
When I hit ya in your goddamn mouth
And show you what a real n*gga's all about
When I dispose of your ass like waste
And nothin but my shoe is in your muthaf*ckin face
You're readin these Nikes

Look at you now, muthaf*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 yellowhammer
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 goddamn door
Some trick-ass n*gga fronted me bout the whore
I let the fool file with a diss or two
But the n*gga kept pushin the goddamn issue
So I pulled out the 9mm
And bust his ass in the head, you could see the
Blood gushin out his goddamn skull
He played hisself, now his ass gettin drugged
I was charged with aggravated assault
But before I got off his ass
...I made him read these Nikes

(Oh my goodness!)

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