Read These Nikes

(Oh my goodness!)
(Hit it)

VERSE 1: Willie D
Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict
Somebody finna get they as* kicked
If you ain't down with the Geto Boys
Get your happy as* outta dodge
The rumors you heard ain't slander
Willie D don't give a fk about a godd*mn by-stander
So when you see me clutch my fist
Get out the way or get t-rolled, b*tch
I'm inclined to physically whip your ass
But if you wanna blast
Make a muth*fkin motion like you wanna reach
And you gon' have a d*mn funeral next week
>From the hardest to the softest
For me to beat a nigg* down is a day at the office
See, my appearance is so d*mn fly
It makes em say, "Hm - he's a nice guy"
So a nigg* try to play me like a hoe
Oh-oh, oh s**t, d*mn, 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 as* read these Nikes

(Oh my goodness!)

VERSE 2: Willie D
You read these Nikes, cause you're fked up, punk
Here's the definition of gettin your as* stomped
(I'm a nigg* insane kickin as* extremely)
So you weak-ass hoes keep dreamin
Bushwick, can I get a witness?
(fk yeah, Nightquil that sickness!)
Yeah, and when I form this gesture
Don't call mama, cause the b*tch can't help ya
Better yell for a paramedic
Or somethin that nature, cause I'ma try to break ya
Ass into muth*fkin 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 muth*fka like lotion
Remorse - what the fk is that?
I beat your mama as* and go get a six-pack
Gettin mild, I don't play that s**t
fk havin mercy on a godd*mn b*tch
nigg* get beat, oh mama
But if she fks with me
Her as* is gonna read these Nikes

Bushwick Bill
Yo D, I saw the way you stomped that muth*fka
And left your trademark upside his head
Will
Yeah man, that was one of my off nights
I usually leave the whole muth*fkin logo

VERSE 3: Willie D
I don't give a fk who you hang with, trick
Friends ain't s**t when you're gettin your as* kicked
But if your buddies wanna get in my mix
Chop-chop ( *gunfire* ) yo, b*tch
It ain't nothin but a mere formality
Every sucker muth*fka is a casualty
I kick ass, you want evidence?
Look at the bottom of my godd*mn shoeprint
>From muth*fkas 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 d*mn hoe
When I hit ya in your godd*mn mouth
And show you what a real nigg*'s all about
When I dispose of your as* like waste
And nothin but my shoe is in your muth*fkin face
You're readin these Nikes

Look at you now, muth*fka!
(Oh s**t!)
Look at...
(Oh! Aw, hold up, man
Hold up, s**t, aw, come on...
Alright, man, alright, I quit, man
I quit, alright - aw s**t)
...fk 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 b*tch was holy, severely cut
So I'm rappin to her, right? To see if she'll fk
I never asked if she was taken, cause honestly
That type of s**t don't matter to me
Just when we was leavin out the godd*mn door
Some trick-ass nigg* fronted me bout the wh*re
I let the fool fly with a diss or two
But the nigg* kept pushin the godd*mn issue
So I pulled out the 9mm
And bust his as* in the head, you could see the
Blood gushin out his godd*mn skull
He played hisself, now his as* gettin drugged
I was charged with aggravated assault
But before I got off his ass
...I made him read these Nikes

(Oh my goodness!)