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| Geto Boys Miscellaneous Dawn 2 Dusk Intro: [Willie D of Geto Boys] STILL GOING Yeah, here we go again We bout to roll on some motherfuckers G.B. Rap-A-Lot Mafia Recognize the mob Nigga All our motherfuckin' enemies goin dead together No exception, absolutely none Everybody dies, everybody Verse 1: [Willie D] You ain't followin' the leader Less you follow with me It's Willie D, motherfucker Eternally to say, that I'm a loud-mouth Nigga with an attitude Intimidation, fuckin' with a man Never seen a badder dude I'm rather lude My condom sucked But I don't give a fuck Now Nigga, Nigga what Opposition so frightend that they vrim a shadow Hot sluts in the muggship creep without a paddle I'm ready willin', and able to pull a bullet in your navel If you got beef bring it to the table I'm unstabile, look in my eyes It's showin' death Fuck right, I go on livin' Wanna see a mil, before I'm killed Get a house on the hills if it's God's will Why Niggas gotta cry an O.G Better motherfuckers die before me Bye, bye There's a better place for gangbangers I take you there I like the motherfuckin' stablesingers My itchy finger says fuck it and I squeeze the trigger Watchin' I be the one to splat this ho-ass Nigga I ain't feelin' Chorus: [Yukmouth of The Luniz] In thugs we trust Thugs-R-Us Nigga hit 'em up Get 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us 5th Ward die for us Ride for us Killa Cali die for us In thugs we trust Thugs-R-Us Nigga hit 'em up Get 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us Cleveland die for us Ride for us Street Port die for us Verse 2: [Yukmouth] Ride for us, die for us With a .45 like drive and bust Hide and duck, fuck him up Live and stuffed When the blinds is up I'm on some mo' Grindin' though, switch it up Bust, we makin' that shit from one way 5 and up Time's up, playin' life with us Your wife get fucked and bucked, pay the price for us An other one bites the dust Feds don't frighten us Niggas doin' life for us Fuckin' die in us So the cops lyin' us We us use the bottom white stuff from the Colombians Now the CIA's supplyin' us The FBI is eyein' us Peruvian flake We buy it up When the droubt hit We highin' up The prices in life is this nicest On my Rolex, turkey like dicess CV devices, slide in a white six with like tits Spit that Mafia life shit The crimeboss let nines off You Niggas better be tearin' mines off Motherfucker ask Willie D And Scarface How that Nigga Yuk, buck 'em up Leave 'em in they car laced With bullet fragments all in they body Caught him the trafic That Nigga plastic Be fuckin' fagets Chorus: [Yukmouth] In thugs we trust Thugs-R-Us Nigga hit 'em up Get 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us Chi-Town die for us Ride for us D.C. die for us In thugs we trust Thugs-R-Us Nigga hit 'em up Get 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us New Orleans die for us Ride for us Detroit die for us Verse 3: [DMG of FACEMOB] I got a chest full of drama Ruff rider, Nigga Back off 'for I bomb ya Alarm ya Black knight in shinin' armor Fuck y'all Niggas We rollin' like the car stolen Wide open, hoo-bangin' 2 things are on blastin' Traffic thick as a basket pop I don't blast this Fully automatic All up in ya Still I continue To serve Niggas on the menu Feel up to vin you Geto Boys sellin' it down Ain't real without a doubt You burn it out Movin' you Niggas Provin' you Niggas I ruin you Niggas I'm cruisin you Niggas Doin' you Niggas, don't do Niggas Who is you Niggas Uh, they rifles Live bowl, take yo ass bush with 9 holes Side holes get switched these Bitch please It's G.B. from the wound till the tomb Eternally you see Chorus: [Yukmouth] In thugs we trust Thugs-R-Us Nigga hit 'em up Get 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us Texas die for us Ride for us Minnesota die for us In thugs we trust Thugs-R-Us Nigga get 'em up Hit 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us Ghetto mob die for us Ride for us St. Louis die for us Verse 4: [Caine of Menace Clan] The sun rises in the East And sets in the West But I'm down with that South, with an S on my chest It's that loced down key cocaine To bring the pain >From that menace to society Better known as Caine It's that motherfuckin' thug shit I'm bustin' slugs shit Young and schoolboy I'm becomin' a drug dealer In the streets of that West I wouldn't settle for less Until I got my hands on that Smiff and that Wes Niggas try to swollow me It's all about survival, G Fuck these bitch Niggas It's off some trouble, G I blow 'em in the wind And then I sell again I pack a 9 milli Cause that's my best friend Niggas, I done told ya Blow 'em up like dohja Your momma couldn't keep ya So I ain't tryin' to hold ya I'm a motherfuckin' menace Give me a life sentence Picture it ain't over Untill the Nigga finish With that motherfuckin' thug shit Bustin' slugs shit I'm straight from the West Home of that Crip and Blood shit Where Niggas die at day Niggas die at night Niggas die whenever It seems the time is right These soldiers play for keeps |
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