Do It Like A G.O.

Department Chrone Master Speaking.
Yo "D" What's up?
Just chillin' man What's up?
Give 'em Geto Boys a ring.
Hold 'em down.

Geto Boys.
Ay.
What's up "G"?
Yeah Man I've got Willie "D" on the other end.
What's up Will?
What's up man? What's up fellas?
Y'know.

Say fellas. I've been kicking a few lyrics in the back of my mind man
and I'm tired of motherfkers disrespecting us because we're black owned
and won't sell out. So check this out. We need to get together and go to
that other level of the game and do it like a G.O.

Say no more, cuzz we're on the telephone.
We get them motherfkers man.

I'm back like a rebel making trouble,
I'm an assassin,
Kickin' as* on the double,
No motherfker alive is gonna stop me,
So fk you and your god-d*mn posse.

It's time to step on some motherfkin' toes,
Naaah Dee,
Man fk them hoes.

The East Coast ain't playin' our songs,
I want to know what the hell's goin' on,
Give me my card--radio sucker,
I'll kick your ass,
And take the motherfker,
Everybody know New York is where it began,
So let the ego-s**t end.

Black radio is being disowned,
Not by the other race--but its own,
A lot of bulls**t records make hits,
Because the radio is all about politics,
Akshen is my identity,
Whoever you be,
Don't don't don't fcK WITH ME!,
My last go,
The radio struck me with a low blow,
Now I'm doin it like a G.O.

Everybody's coming with guns,
gettin' pimped by Columbians,
They put 'em on the streets like a b*tch,
nigg*'s slangin',
But the Puerto Rican gettin' rich,
I never sold the mess,
But if I did,
It would be,
For my godd*mn self,
Can you adjust to the wholesale bust,
Bushwick tell these motherfkers what's up.

When will you stupid motherfkers learn,
In this game one way or another you get burned.
You end up behind bars,
Or lying on your back in a motherfkin' morgue,
And your gal'l find another nigg*r,
'Cause the lowlife b*tch ain't nothin' but a gold digger,
I'll fk her but my money is a "no-no!",
Why?,
I'm a hoe so I do it like a G.O.

fked up politics,
Those tie wearin' girls,
can suck my d*ck,
They try to ban my style of teaching,
But freedom of speech,
allow me to keep speaking to the people,
about s**t like racism,
It's deep into the heart of the school system,
Whites get more funds from the state,
And this is why minorities learn so late,
Some of us make it to college,
And take a test to the highest degree,
With limited knowledge,
Most of us won't pass the b*tch,
And those rotten as* motherfkers know this,
I'm not Malcolm X or Farrakhan,
After this one,
I guess I'll have to pack a gun,
So if you want to fk this brother,
You better be ready motherfker,
Or you gonna have to G.O.

Willie D is not a bigot and he won't be,
I just educate minds to reality,
This ain't no muth*rfkin back to Africa,
try to pull that s**t,
We'll have a massacre,
Our ancestors were killed at will,
Bought and sold like a used automobile,
We forced a back to exist,
Now we're killing one another,
Ain't that a b*tch.

Ready Red comin' at ya,
Holding my ground like a motherfkin' statue,
You take nothin' from me so stop trippin',
Unless you want to take a muth*rfkin as* whippin',
b*tch,
Motherfk the KKK,
Wearing dresses and s**t,
What the fk are they gay,
A color blind society will never be,
Unless we agree,
harmony,
to do it like a G.O.

Rap-a-Lot.

Hey J this is the president of White-owned records. We see you still
survivin' but we want to ask you to keep your boys quiet. If you don't we
will. Or here's another alternative. We take 95% of your company and you
take five and we'll make you famous within ten years. It would take you a
lifetime by yourself because you know your people don't stick together. What
you say about that boy?

Man fck you.

I would advise you not to talk to me like that boy! Just who the hell you
think you are anyway?

I'm a livin' motherfkin G. I ain't to be fked with.
If you want to go to war. I take you to war.