(Oh my goodness!)
(Hit it)
[ VERSE 1: Willie D ]
Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict
Somebody finna get they a** kicked
If you ain't down with the Geto Boys
Get your happy a** outta Dodge
The rumors you heard ain't slander
Willie D don't give a f** about a goddamn bystander
So when you see me clutch my fist
Get out the way or get t-rolled, b**h
I'm inclined to physically whip your a**
But if you wanna blast
Make a muthaf**in motion like you wanna reach
And you gon' have a damn funeral next week
From the hardest to the softest
For me to beat a n***a down is a day at the office
See, my appearance is so damn fly
It makes em say, "Hm - he's a nice guy"
So a n***a try to play me like a ho
Oh-oh, oh sh**, damn, that's a no-no
I get dead on his a**, so when I'm strikin
He bet no fall, or I'mma make his a** read these Nikes
(Oh my goodness! x2)
[ VERSE 2: Willie D ]
You read these Nikes, cause you're f**ed up, punk
Here's the definition of gettin your a** stomped
(I'm a n***a insane kickin a** extremely)
So you weak-a** hoes keep dreamin
Bushwick, can I get a witness?
(f** yeah, Nyquil that sickness!)
Yeah, and when I form this gesture
Don't call mama, cause the b**h can't help ya
Better yell for a paramedic
Or somethin that nature, cause I'mma try to break ya
Ass into muthaf**in 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 muthaf**a like lotion
Remorse - what the f** is that?
I beat your mama a** and go get a six-pack
Gettin mild, I don't play that sh**
f** havin mercy on a goddamn b**h
n***a could be yo momma
But if she f**s with me
Her a** is gonna read these Nikes
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yo D, I saw the way you stomped that muthaf**a
And left your trademark upside his head
[ Will ]
Yeah man, that was one of my off nights
I usually leave the whole muthaf**in logo
[ VERSE 3: Willie D ]
I don't give a f** who you hang with, trick
Friends ain't sh** when you're gettin your a** kicked
But if your buddies wanna get in my mix
Chop-chop ( *gunfire* ) yo, b**h
It ain't nothin but a mere formality
Every s**er muthaf**a is a casualty
I kick a**, you want evidence
Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoeprint
From muthaf**as 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 damn ho
When I hit ya in your goddamn mouth
And show you what a real n***a's all about
When I dispose of your a** like waste
And nothin but my shoe is in your muthaf**in face
You're readin these Nikes
Look at you now, muthaf**a!
(Oh sh**!)
Look at...
(Oh! Aw, hold up, man
Hold up, sh**, aw, come on...
Alright, man, alright, I quit, man
I quit, alright - aw sh**)
...f** 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 yellowhammer
This b**h was holy, severely cut
So I'm rappin to her, right? To see if she'll f**
I never asked if she was taken, cause honestly
That type of sh** don't matter to me
Just when we was leavin out the goddamn door
Some trick-a** n***a fronted me bout the who*e
I let the fool file with a diss or two
But the n***a kept pushin the goddamn issue
So I pulled out the 9mm
And bust his a** in the head, you could see the
Blood gushin out his goddamn skull
He played hisself, now his a** gettin drugged
I was charged with aggravated a**ault
But before I got off his a**
...I made him read these Nikes
(Oh my goodness!)