1 2 The 3 - Geto Boys Will in the house from the town FaceMob in this b**ch 'bout to tear sh*t down Uh-huh yeah there it is
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Still the truth in the game ain't a damn thing changed Prone to tote heat up and then shoot flames Double the OG of a deuce thug thang B**ches who know me know how I do dames Still f**kin with James we roll in this sh*t hard I locked up the South he locked the 5th Ward Loaded and cocked I'm known to be a block bleeder Known to get paper and I ain't fin' to stop neither I got ferarri's drive Porsches and sh*t Ranch got horses golf courses and sh*t Eat shrimp steak crab raw oysters and sh*t And still f**k around with all my boys in the bricks International ni**a I been in and out the states Kingston Brazil b**ches feedin me grapes I can cut it and bake all I need is some soda a plate A microwave Pyrex and a cake You can get it how you want it what I'm spittin is free I don't need to hold in court what I can hold in the streets Niggaz know how I was raised so ain't no question these Consequences you gon' face when niggaz f**kin with me There it is One for the niggaz wanna cross me up Two for the b**ches wanna toss me up Three for the people tryin to get my mail Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime Six for the suckers who ain't got no game That's a God damn shame that's why he hatin on mine From the North to the South I don't need no passes You b**ches get out of line I'm bleed yo' asses Look man I ain't the huffin puffin type I'm put that pistol in your motherf**kin life Mayor call my crib I be gettin them greens F**kin the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans Take an interest in politics Chopin and Van Gogh Shoot a motherf**ker up and then go vote They say variety is the spice of life so we'll F**k the black broads and lay pipe to the whites Puerto Ricans and Latinos Japs and Filipinos What is y'all trippin fo' P**sy is p**sy I ain't gotta come where you live to shoot you in your sleep I know niggaz in yo' hood that'll do you for me Youse a b**ch-made p**sy born with no nutsac I'm a motherf**kin stand up cat that's on the one One for the niggaz wanna cross me up Two for the b**ches wanna toss me up Three for the people tryin to get my mail Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime Six for the suckers who ain't got no game That's a God damn shame that's why he hatin on mine Spot a fine-a** b**ch and I'm scoopin her up You can sleep on me ni**a if you're stupid enough But I'll be standin in your bed receivin from your woman You can bust in but not while I'm cummin Cause I'm cummin everywhere in her hair on her face On her earring even on the motherf**kin ceiling Keep it playa with a playa let me get my nut After that you can kill the b**ch I don't give a f**k Yes indeed Chuck smoke good w**d If it ain't hydro get the f**k out the do You niggaz drink a few shots and your faculty slow I down the whole f**kin bottle like it's H2O Got the heart and the steel and the will to bust I'm the Little Big Man with the big ol nuts Don't f**k with b**ch-mades too real for that Got the fame and the name but I still will jack ni**a One for the niggaz wanna cross me up Two for the b**ches wanna toss me up Three for the people tryin to get my mail Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime Six for the suckers who ain't got no game That's a God damn shame that's why he hatin on mine
