( *phone rings* ) [ operator ] Too black records [ james a. smith ] Yeah, this is jay [ operator ] Hold on, jay [ too black records representative ] Hey
*phone rings* [hello, could I speak with, bushwick bill? ] Hello, this is bushwick, motherfucking bill [yes sir, I'm calling to inform you that you have
They love me, they say now pass the ganja to the left hand side Filppin' in the Range Rover blowing past the one times Hit me with the (Whoop whoop) Bubble
on a mission, opposition get tore up from the floor up Kicking the type of gangsta shit that make ya throw up G plus E plus T plus O Geto Boys run shit
Geto fantasies, well I don't live here any more Oh no, geto fantasy Geto fantasies, well I don't live here any more Geto fantasy Geto days keep geto
Artist: Geto Boys Album: The Foundation Title: G Code Man Motherfuckers just, follow a nigga around dude That's real Some shit though, fuck these
Intro: [willie d] Flip flop ass niggas Ah yeah Geto boys and outlawz Recognize the mob nigga I don't fuck with you So put your hands on me [scarface]
I'm gonna fix this shit in '96 Facemob in the motherfuckin' house, the g b For the 1990-3-3, you know what I'm sayin' Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin
Don't say I didn't warn ya About playin' them hoe games Like callin' me out on my name Some a y'all are still gonna try to show off And get busted in
She don't wanna be with me no more Ain't her fault, she just tired of this dumb shit that she don't know Whether to throw in the towel or if he gon' grow
Cover your dome or feel the motherfuckin' glock The problem child is in the house, I'm lettin' off shots Biggedy bang, biggedy bang, hit them motherfuckers
Niggas, hangin' deep on the cut Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden Niggas, hangin' deep on the cut Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
Soft talking: What can we do with all this fucking pain Somebody stop the pain Singing: I finally look to paint a picture of my whole life And for
[foul mouthed girl yelling at Bill on the phone] [Bushwick Bill] You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear Gotta start with the right material
ho wants out I let her sinky ass go Cos i'ma let a ho be a ho *Spoken* WILLIE D: Now do y'all follow me so muthafuckin' far? GETO BOYS: Yeah! AKSHEN:
If, you move, I'll fall I'm leanin' on you, you baby, you baby Geto Boys, Willie D We was livin' on cold facts, cops sat in old 'Llacs Couldn't get along
your partner if he crosses you, nigga, do your thing It's a struggle for position in this cold dark world Survival of the realest geto boys and girls
of bitches that I murdered Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts Boys used to die when I'm
