GETO BOYS - Read These Nikes lyrics

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(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 fuck about a goddamn by-stander

So when you see me clutch my fist

Get out the way or get t-rolled, bitch

I'm inclined to physically whip your ass

But if you wanna blast

Make a muthafuckin 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 nigga 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 nigga try to play me like a hoe

Oh-oh, oh shit, damn, that's a no-no

I get dead on his ass, so when I'm strikin

He bet no fall, or I'ma make his ass read these Nikes

(Oh my goodness!)

[ VERSE 2: Willie D ]

You read these Nikes, cause you're fucked up, punk

Here's the definition of gettin your ass stomped

(I'm a nigga insane kickin ass extremely)

So you weak-ass hoes keep dreamin

Bushwick, can I get a witness?

(Fuck yeah, Nightquil that sickness!)

Yeah, and when I form this gesture

Don't call mama, cause the bitch can't help ya

Better yell for a paramedic

Or somethin that nature, cause I'ma try to break ya

Ass into muthafuckin 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 muthafucka like lotion

Remorse - what the fuck is that?

I beat your mama ass and go get a six-pack

Gettin mild, I don't play that shit

Fuck havin mercy on a goddamn bitch

Nigga get beat, oh mama

But if she fucks with me

Her ass is gonna read these Nikes

[ Bushwick Bill ]

Yo D, I saw the way you stomped that muthafucka

And left your trademark upside his head

[ Will ]

Yeah man, that was one of my off nights

I usually leave the whole muthafuckin logo

[ VERSE 3: Willie D ]

I don't give a fuck who you hang with, trick

Friends ain't shit when you're gettin your ass kicked

But if your buddies wanna get in my mix

Chop-chop ( *gunfire* ) yo, bitch

It ain't nothin but a mere formality

Every sucker muthafucka is a casualty

I kick ass, you want evidence?

Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoeprint

>From muthafuckas 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 hoe

When I hit ya in your goddamn mouth

And show you what a real nigga's all about

When I dispose of your ass like waste

And nothin but my shoe is in your muthafuckin face

You're readin these Nikes

Look at you now, muthafucka!

(Oh shit!)

Look at...

(Oh! Aw, hold up, man

Hold up, shit, aw, come on...

Alright, man, alright, I quit, man

I quit, alright - aw shit)

...fuck 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 yellow hammer

This bitch was holy, severely cut

So I'm rappin to her, right? To see if she'll fuck

I never asked if she was taken, cause honestly

That type of shit don't matter to me

Just when we was leavin out the goddamn door

Some trick-ass nigga fronted me bout the whore

I let the fool fly with a diss or two

But the nigga 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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