Geto Boys – Geto Boys & Girls

Geto Boys – Geto Boys & Girls Lyrics

Artist: Geto Boys
Song: Geto Boys & Girls

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 n#gg# keep your mind on paper

b#tches in your head you keep your eyes on paper
Cause a n#gg#s definition is a killa for scratch
You kill a m#th*rf#ck*r you kill him for that
You got caught up in this sh#t that means you f#cked 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 sh#t I got my uncle to cook
With my eyes on my paper I just fumbled and looked
Impatiently waitin’ for the pot to boil

Man I can’t wait to see your rock from ?
Put my work upon the table and it’s startin’ tonight
Time for me to bring brad jordan to life
Sat my #ss 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 #ss misplaced with your head in your lap
And n#gg#s is gettin’ shyfer with time
That’s why you never see me with a partner in crime
I’m down and dirty n#gg# f#ck the world

5th ward is the spot where n#gg#s get shot
Hoes sell c#ck and every block is hot
n#gg#s start sh#t but they don’t start it with bill
Cause them m#th*rf#ck*rs know they’re blood gonna spill

Ever since I was a kid growin’ up in the bottom
I beat a n#gg#s #ss and if I didn’t I shot him
Never gave a f#ck about his family cryin’
Bottom line, better his than mine

You come around me with that live sh#t I kill it fast
I throw a search party for your f#ckin’ stankin’ #ss n#gg#
Cause it’s a motherf#ckin’ rep thang
You got a set of nuts you better let them m#th*rf#ck*rs 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 motherf#ckin’ anthem
That’s the type of sh#t most n#gg#s can’t phantom
Them b#tches tongues come unfurled
But that’s what separated the ghetto boys from girls c’mon

I bet you often wonder how n#gg#s survive in the trail
You got jacked and took six and died in your house
And m#th*rf#ck*rs sat and grieved your death
One of them m#th*rf#ck*rs counted up the keys then left

Kind of strange the game it took a change for the worse
Split the brain get the caine get back to your dirt
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
You’d think but these n#gg#s on some up sh#t like double your pay
And gives a f#ck about respect and joy
So how the f#ck you figure n#gg#s got respect for a hoe

But then again n#gg#s always put their trust in a b#tch
But in the end it’s another n#gg# bustin’ yo sh#t
f#cked around and had to flee the world
Them southern n#gg#s made your mind play tricks

Never the less I left the group in ’91
n#gg#s 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 f#ck
We was gonna tear this whole motherf#ckin’ city up
And n#gg# that’s real comin’ from the south
You wack #ss rappers watch your motherf#ckin’ mouth

Preachin’ that positive b#llsh#t that you can say
Cause your positivity ain’t gettin’ m#th*rf#ck*rs paid
It’s g.b. and willie d reunited
Sendin’ n#gg#s back to the studio to get they sh#t tighter

And n#gg#s thought it wouldn’t happen again
But we sat down and settled our differences like men
And put the b#llsh#t behind us
Cause f#ckin’ off money ain’t a plus it’s a minus

We did what other n#gg#s to big to do when they twirl
Hey, J. you know I spent 23 years in the prison. you know I’m still in prison
You know they they uh uh renounced 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 disproportionate and it ain’t no joke you know.
It’s it’s not by coincidence, it’s by design. by the year…2015.
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 Warsaw…ghetto.
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Release Year: 1996