Geto Boys

Im gonna fix this shit in 96
Facemob in the motherfuckin house, the g b
For the 1990-3-3, you know what Im sayin
Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin, what the fuck? !
Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up
Put him outside his innerself
Took his lifeline from him
Never got the chance to see who done it
Just niggas runnin, breakin to they shit
Befoe the gun, put they ass up in the mix
And all I seen was him, laid out chokin
Eyes to the back of his head, wide open
And Im hopin that they dont find the killer
Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers
But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed
As they gaze at the corpse
Before they drop him in the grave [get paid]
Thats all he spoke, lights out at your part
Thats all she wrote
Everybody got a time and a place they die
But if your out there crowdin up your space, it fly, i
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Hold it down, gang type mobbin
4 5 packin knuckleheads mackin jackers that want to try
If life was a game, that money could buy
The rich niggas would live
And the po niggas would die
Way down in the south, deep, on the creep
There was a monkey tryin to step on big ol (? ? ) feet
Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt
Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt
What it look like?
On the south side ti be hoppin
Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin
I got him on the camera, fuckin thief wanna check mail?
Shot him now another bitch is waitin just to exhale
But oh well, its murder, tell me have you heard her?
4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve yall
Meanwhile, ima tell yall all just what I hate
A fool that want to pop lip
To turn and shake and gyrate, as i
Chorus
Up in the set you see me robbin
Sippin on the hennessey
Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy
Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep
Slowly, they movin closer so I taps my peeps
Im bout to take this hoe down like a frisco
But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls
I test those who aint never seen me jump