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Geto Boys

"Til Death Do Us Part"

Bring it on!

[2Low]
Cover your dome or feel a motherf*cking Glock
The rugged child is in the house, I'm letting off shots
Biggity bagm biggity bang, hit the motherf*cking deck
I'm down on this track and I'm abouts to get wreck
I'm coming like a hustler, never coming buster
Blasting on you hoes screaming "Die motherf*cker"
Never showing mercy cause that sh*t is for the weak
I rhyme with my Glock and knock a n*gga off his feet
A young n*gga, shorts as I figure
Step up with that bullsh*t, I'm a greet you with this trigger
Blasting on you hoes and let you know how it feels
Bucking with the 5th ward will get your motherf*cking dome peeled
Motherf*cker bring it on

[Seagram]
It's the Seagster, the major leagster
b*tch deciever, n*gga lie and leave her
Oakland hustler, never been a busta
Make way for the nine-trey, I'm coming motherf*cka
Straight from the 6-9, the final line village
Doing more damage than the Exxon spillage
Uh, coward, and that's that
I'm known to pack a gat and put heads on flat
No rehabilitatin, take the n*gga out the ghetto
But you can't take the getto out the n*gga
Ain't nothing changed since the 70's
I'm hellbound n*gga, my life ain't never been heavenly
Never slippin punk no, a n*gga don't lag
Game tight replace a n*gga's Nikes with a toe tag
His zoom, his ass, his zigga I'm the founder
Stacking up bodies like Jeffery Dahlmer
Oh, here comes the flow, watch me as I tip toe
To a n*gga's window, with my M 6-0
Putting motherf*ckers out their misery
And watching the murders reenacted on Unsolved Mysteries
Trick, coward lame pus*y ass faggot
Six feet deep is where you sleep with the worms and the maggots
n*gga's can't harm me, Rap-A-Lot army
Coming like Desert Storm, you've been warned
But if you still want some, n*gga bring it on

[Too Much Trouble]
Too Much Trouble done sewed up the tracks
b*tches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young n*ggas that's down to break a b*tch
The Nickel Nut and the Band-Aid Bandit

Yes the Nickel Nut pimping ten different sl*ts
You've encountered slavery b*tch I don't give a f*ck
That petal turn tricks, a suck a lotta di*ks
And come with my money or they get their ass kicked

Geto got hoes on the stroll making my bank roll
But ??? b*tch, I run with foes
Cause all about the pen, ain't talking about the pus*y
I'm talking about the paper, so b*tch shake your money maker

It's the pimp pimp pimpin, you're simp simp simpin
Your b*tch chose me now you're wimp wimp wimpin
n*gga you was wrong when you reached for your chrome
A slug to your dome, bad news gon beat you home
You think we was acting about making but you're wrong
We in a pizzimping and ??? b*tches bring it on

Bring it on, huh, bring it on, yeah (Repeat 2x)
Bring it oooooooooooooon!

[5th Ward Boys]
Bring it on motherf*cker, here I come with this damn thang
Boom boom boom, and I'm about to make freedom ring
5th Ward Boys coming hard for the nine tre
I'm down with them Geto Boys so make my motherf*cking day

The 5th Ward Boys on the motherf*cking set
Putting a slug off in your chest
Cause you didn't wear the bulletproof vest
n*gga ratta tat tat to your temple
sh*t is real simple, busting up domes like a pimple

Jump if you want, n*gga, and I'm a half to hunt ya
Murder after murder after goddamn murder
Yo I'm taking n*ggas to the promised land
With little Bushwick, Scarface, and the goddamn ??? man

??? stupid f*ck is f*cking it up with Double O, life is stuck up
For the ten flow, so what you wanna do, ho
Yeah, cause we're checking mo motherf*ckers, parking mo motherf*ckers
And killing more motherf*ckers than any one of you motherf*ckers

While your ho sleeping let's get it on
And get your f*cking wig split, fool-ass n*gga, now bring it on

[Odd Squad]
I can't see your ass b*tch, so you'd better watch your bust or
Take that from a blind handicapped motherf*cker
Smoking weed and steadily downing that Schlitz Malt Liquor
If you wanna step and get done, cause I'm that n*gga

Well it's me that n*gga D (Who?)
That fat square twister, the one who f*cked your sister
I made her pus*y blister, got a did in the side of my pearl white Lac
Keep my weed in the front and my brew in the back
And my heat up under the seat ready to put the lead on ya
So punk motherf*ckers try to test me if you wanna

Cause we're smoking that weed, feeling fine
Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime (Repeat 2x)

[Ganksta NIP]
A weed-smoking motherf*cker, plus I kick doobies
I'm the one that told that n*gga to go insance in that ?Loobies?
Ganksta NIP is f*cking your daughter, G
I wake up every morning screaming "Somebody slaughter me!"
Step in my path, your ass is void
Cause I'm an aerodynamic, satanic, schitzophrentic android
Your mind ain't deep enough, claws can't keep enough
Dead bodies complaining we too loud, they can't sleep enough
Attempted murder, I didn't mean to hurt her
I hadn't ate in two years, I just wanted a cheeseburger
A bulletproof vest won't protect your chest
A whole body is hard to digest
Once I flex, count the next
The hardest I won like the recreation of Malcom X
So bring it on, I'm ready to slaughter
Sickness change quick, a 40 of holy water

Bring it on, huh, bring it on, yeah (Repeat 2x)
Bring it oooooooooooooon!

DMG bring it on

[DMG]
I've been a victim of society
They got me f*cked in this whole sh*t
n*ggas running up with M11's and some mo sh*t
It seems to me they wanna start something
But I'm a let this motherf*cking 9 break em off something
My homie panicked cause he never thought it'd come to that
Miggity Mike serving em soft from these n*ggas gats
I guess it's like guerilla warfare
Now grab your gat and load your clip and go for delf until you make it there
And if you don't then grab your nuts, duke
Cause that's the only way these n*ggas living in the 9-deuce
More murder by killing and slaying some sh*t
You fake on the two, you find your homie dead in a ditch
Now the f*cking water's getting hot
Homie after homie after homie's getting shot
And n*ggas are overlookin the joys of life
.357 with them hollow point shells in the midnight
Check it, first I walk up on him like I know him
Then, I let me conversation start to ho him
Yo, I never debates the way I handle my business
Cause n*ggas always be f*cking sh*t up well it's time to handle they
Business
He's peeping out my missle as I stand straight
So now it's time to make his ass like a crushed grape
Come check a n*gga gun for his get zound get click
Yo, you shoulda brought it on

[Lord 3-2]
3-2 comin at ya, comin at ya
Don't make me pull my sh*t and have to cap ya
With my Glock, I make it go "pop," it's a 17 shot
So a n*gga gon drop, a n*gga gon drop
You heard me roll a fatty
Now I'm at the window of your c*cksucking caddy
So what you wanna do? It's about that time
Pop pop pop goes the weasil in my nine
Uh, where your nuts at n*gga? You'd better let em hang
Cause we can get it on ho, it ain't no thang, uh
Mo murder mo motherf*cking merrier
Cause I be one of the roughest n*ggas from the hardcore area
So quit running your mouth, b*tch, you know you can't fade this
Rap-A-Lot south sh*t
It's the 3 the motherf*cking 2
So bring on your motherf*cking crew b*tch, we can get it on

[Big Mello]
Strapped assassin, ghetto gladiator
Leaving a path of destruction like the motherf*cking Terminator
Lurking the streets of hardcore, stalking like a predator
17 shots to the chest made his clothes wetter than mine
Cause the nine'll hit your ass everytime
Got my motherf*cking b-mo, going straight for the dome
Wig-splitting n*gga with the finger on the trigger
Sinister, symptoms of a motherf*cking killer
B-I-G to the motherf*cking M-E
Double L O's not a motherf*cking ho
But a cutthroat, smiggity smoking n*ggas like dope
Now b*tch don't choke, cause the di*k's down your throat
Getting my blast on, n*gga get your ass on
Riggy run your ass home cause I'm a bring it on

[Scarface]
It's the return of the motherf*cking dreadlock
Putting fools in headlocks, giving n*ggas headshots
You don't wanna f*ck with me, I ain't that motherf*cka
I mean that average run-of-the-mill ass n*gga
You hoes better recognize that n*gga that you up against
Mista mista Scarface ain't that n*gga to be f*cking with
So lay it down n*ggas, bump it down or feel the pressure
Cause I'm the type of n*gga that's known for taking drastic measures
Quick to rip sh*t and leave a motherf*cker twitching
So n*ggas make a run once the rifle starts spittin
Round after round after motherf*ckin round
So b*tches lay it down, I shut em down I shut em down I shut em down
Screaming for vengance I swear that I meant this decended
Surrender suspended cause n*ggas I meant it
Calm like an Islamic brother from the Nation
Still got the mind of a motherf*ckin mental patient
I got the chrome to my own dome
But I'm a give you one before I take it home motherf*cka so, uh

Bring it on, huh, bring it on, yeah (Repeat 3x)
Bring it oooooooooooooon!

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