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THE GETO BOYS ASSASINS LYRICS CODE
Get the embed code Geto Boys - The Best of the Geto Boys Album Lyrics1.Assassins (Mixtape Version)2.Assassins - Mixtape Version3.Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta4.Damn It Feels Good to Be a Gangster5.Do It Like a G O (Mixtape Version)6.F**k Em - Mixtape Version7.Fuck a War8.G Code9.Gangsta (Put Me Down)10.Gangsta Of (Mixtape Version)13.Scarface - Mixtape Version14.Size Ain't Happy N***a - Mixtape Version17.Trigga Happy Nigga18.We Can't Be Stopped19.Yes Yes Y'all20.Yes Yes YallGeto Boys Lyrics provided by Whenever I fix my mouth to say, FUCK YOU! I've had it up to here with this bullshit You can suck my dick until your lips fall off I'mma cuss my ass off for your daughters and sons I don't give a fuck cause the shits still sellin Sendin letters and shit talkin bout how they hate Some shit that'll shake the ground so keep ya distance I gotta arsenal in my Blazer for instance I'm sayin fuck you, now what you hoes wanna do? Their too busy in the halls tryin to fuck the other teacherīushwick Bill (? some Jamaican i imagine?)įuck the motherfuckin critics, fuck newspapers
You call yourself teacher, but whats bein taught? You say I can't wear my hat, but yo, fuck that There ain't a damn thing baby about my face I won't iron your clothes or pay rent at your place You don't like me, cause what ya see is a figure Show me a high-saditty bitch and I'll thrash herĪnd spit on ya nasty ass when I'm through I'm Willie D and I came to say, Fuck you!įuck you has been stated by the underground master If you're motherfuckin feet fits the shoe Yous a punk or a one on one ya run to the trunk
Straight up ho shit, they had to stock it I don't understand you hoes, whats the matter You can't front their clout, H-town was no townĬause we ain't kissin no God damn ass to be acceptedĪnd if you're waitin on that to happen suckaĪnd to you other mothafuckas in the atmosphere The motherfuckers who crossed it are dead and goneīushwick, "Yeah money" what you think about this bullshit? I pity the fool who diss the mastermind of wreckin shitĬause when I catch up with ya, ya ass is mine "How do you do em?" Fuck em up like a cardiacĬause I'mma fuck you up so bad, that you're momma won't know ya Jealous motherfuckers its seems wanna try the Ak' We pick you up, you put us down and I'm mad
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