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Scarface
Give it up for the invincible, it's H-Town's finest
The GB, the general, the street s**t, the timers
The motherfkin criminals, see we keep it grimy
You chemicals, the weed got you blinded
I'm the original, the author of this G-s**t
You pitiful, cause y'all be on some weak s**t
Me I'm a nigg* from the gutter motherfker
If rap wasn't payin I'd hit the street cause I'm a hustler
Willie D
It's Willie D y'all, it's been a minute y'all
I'm still in it y'all, fk the critics y'all
Hoe make me hotter than tabasco
Play with my money I'ma kick you in your a**hole
I see the videos, I read the magazines
Don't watch award shows, too many f*gg*t scenes
I'm a machine, got a pistol in my loose fist
I'll leave you twisted on the ground in your boots b*tch
Bushwick Bill
Well this is Chuck Dawg (will you ever love another b*tch?)
fk nah! (What's your position on a snitch homey?)
fk laws! (They say the Beatles was the biggest)
nigg* fk Paul, and the rest of y'all!
I'm the little motherfker with the big d*ck swingin
Nuts still hangin, got hoes singin the blues
Geto Boys in this b*tch still bangin
And ain't s**t changin (uh-uh) ain't s**t changin
Don't like f*gg*ts, hate politicians
Can't stand snitches, know the Feds listen
So I, send the whole world a fk you note
Schumaker's got a desk job, fk you hoe! (Aww nah!)
Chorus 2X: Geto Boys
I keep it real with it, to the hill with it
You gotta deal with it, cause you can still get it
And every morning when I get up I know s**t don't change
I'm gettin money out these six mo' thangs
Willie D
I run circles around foes and cross 'em out like tic-tac-toe
Money money money gotta get that dough
I'm a Northside rider, pimp-slappin these biters
Fall into the club and girls eyes get wider
I like the way she look up in that liberty skirt
But 95% of the s**t is brainwork
I might buy a couple of drinks, and shoot at her drawers
If she ain't talkin 'bout fkin I'ma get on dawg
Scarface
Now gimme five or six chickens I'ma flip those birds
Cook it up in momma kitchen, let me get mo' serve
If a nigg* catch me slippin I'ma get that nerd
Can't let you get away with that, that s**t don't work
I wear a white t-shirt, white sneakers and hat
Somethin cool on my wrist, a nice piece to match
Hoppin out of somethin foreign like the beast I sn*tch
I don't do a lot of fashion papi, I'm just Brad
It's like that y'all (that y'all) this y'all (this y'all)
I like a skinny b*tch, I like the big broad
Bushwick Bill
It's like this y'all (this y'all) that y'all (that y'all)
I like to stand and hit it from the back y'all
I ain't the cutest nigg* rappin but I still got hoes
sn*tch the baddest piece up in this b*tch with one eye closed
R. Kelly that's my nigg* so I like girls young
18 or 23, black and white, girls cum
Little Richard like the singer, d*ck for short but Bill
Short mon from Jamaica, Brooklyn the real
5th Ward my second home, now I'm back to strike
Rap-A-Lot, street music, Geto Boys for life
Chorus
C'mon
Whassup - whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup..