GETO BOYS - Geto Boys and Girls lyrics

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Boys and girls


I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock

In a 7 0 Chevy with the drops in slot

Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him a pint

Tippin' to the southside runnin' a light

Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps

Collectin' his scratch protection' his snap

Use to always tell a nigga keep your mind on paper

Bitches in your head you keep your eyes on paper

Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch

You kill a motherfucker you kill him for that

You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up

Old man spittin' game so I sucked it up

Old enough to do my own thang got me again

Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid

Went and seen my homie Short Dawg that slided me a track

Went to Mase's Pawn Shop and got me a gat

Didn't know this crack shit I got my uncle to cook

With my eyes on my paper I just fubbled and looked

Impatiently waitin' for the pot to boil

Man I can't wait to see your rock from (OIL)

Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight

Time for me to bring Brad Jordan to life

Sat my ass upon the corner till it started to bounce

Glock scratchin' reach that and started her out

It wasn't long before I was goin' for nine

I'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine

And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that

You found your ass misplaces with your head in your lap

And niggas is gettin' shiffer with time

That's why you never see me with a partner in crime

I'm down and dirty nigga FUCK the world

And that's what seperated geto boys from girls you know?

Bushwick Bill:

5th Ward is the spot where niggas get shot

Hoes sell cock and every block is hot

Niggas start shit but they don't start it with Bill

Cause them motherfuckers know they're blood gonna spill

Ever since I was a kid growin' up in the bottom

I beat a niggas ass and if I didn't I shot him

Never gave a fuck about his family cryin'

Bottom line, better his than mine

You come around me with that live shit I kill it fast

I throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass nigga

Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thang

You got a set of nuts you better let them motherfuckers hang

Even if you're facin' 20 years you never rat

You do your time and you come on back

And if he a homie he really take care of your people while you're gone

And bless you when you come back home

Do your time and don't whine is the motherfuckin' anthem

That's the type of shit most niggas can't phantom

Them bitches tongues come unfurled

But that's what seperated the ghetto boys from girls c'mon


I bet you often wonder how niggas survive in a drout

You got jacked and took six and died in your house

And motherfuckers sat and grieved your death

while other motherfuckers counted up the keys that you left

Kind of strange the game it took a change for the worse

Split the brain get the cain get back to your turf

And keep the jack you did up under your hat

Cause if the word got out you killed him then they killin' you back

I never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again

But these niggas on some up shit like double your pay

And gives a fuck about respect and joy

So how the fuck you figure niggas got respect for a hoe

But then again niggas always put their trust in a bitch

But in the end it's another nigga bustin' yo shit

Fucked around and had to flee the world

Cause you couldn't seperate the geto boys and girls

Willie D:

Geto Boys is the motherfuckin' shit never forget

Them southern niggas made your Mind Play Tricks

Never the less I left the group in '91

Niggas was mad, I had my gun

They had they guns too I wasn't snoozin'

Cause I knew that if it came down to it they would use 'em

If it was goin' down right then I didn't give a fuck

We was gonna tear this whole motherfuckin' city up

And nigga that's real comin' from the south

You wack ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth

Preachin' that positive bullshit you can save

Cause your positivity ain't gettin' motherfuckers paid

It's G.B. and Willie D reunited

Sendin' niggas back to the studio to get they shit tighter

And niggas thought it wouldn't happen again

But we sat down and settled our differences like men

And put the bullshit behind us

Cause fuckin' off money ain't a plus it's a minus

We did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl

And SEPERATED geto boys from girls c'mon

man on phone:

A.J. you know I spent 23 years in the prison. You know I'm still in prison

you know they they uh uh reannounced us, blacks, we represent 37% of the

prison system throughout the country. 37%. But we don't represent but but

12% of the country. Now that's diproportionate and ain't no joke you know.

It's it's now by coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design. By the


They gonna have 70% of our community locked up. I'm talking about black

gonna be locked up within they community. It's gonna be like in


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