Geto Boys - Raise Up lyrics

Click click bang he, he, he I'm sick of n***az trying to shoot the big six But when the sh** jumps off the n***a plays the big b**h And that's the problem with the nation of blacks Too slow with your motherf**ing hands so you grab your gats And listen to the gangsta music You got a glock-ten in your lap but you scared to use it You's a motherf**ing stud Letting all your homies know you bought another gun Suppose they tried to pack you, dropped your dick in the dirt And know exactly how to send it at you Trying to work your way into the big clique And that's the main reason young n***az die quick Living in this fast sh** and trying to have a bad bit But what you n***az know about a bank roll Tricking off the money you made with them stank hoes Think about it quick quick and raise up b**h Now the n***az I run with are down brothers And ready to die for a motherf**er So when you want to step mate I'm a bust you dead in your a** with this twelve gauge I ain't your ordinary villain Some n***az was born dying I was born k**ing So gather up your army G 'Cos that's what it's going to take to stop a n***a like me 'Cos I'm coming at you full force n***a I hope you got some real n***az on the trigger 'Cos I be rolling like a hustler And since you got gats you better use them motherf**ers Sparking nines at a drastic pace Taking orders from a motherf**ing basket case So when my nine goes pop Boy you better sh** and get your a** up off the pot f** 'em up listen to my glock click Now raise up b**h So n***az don't f** with me 'Cos I'm a run the whole ninety motherf**ing three And the rest of the years to come So b**hes bring it on if you motherf**ers want some And I'm a break you off a big piece 'Cos n***az can't f** with the big chief Attention motherf**ers about face Salute the one that the people call scarface Still quick to hit them up, quick to get them up Quick to not give a f**, never bringing the false sh** I left the mic for a year and I still ain't lost it Still running them down, gunning them down Yeah, 'cos real n***az going to clown So put your crown on since you're bigger And let me take care of my business n***a The bigger the n***a the bigger the cap The bigger the bullet the bigger the f**ing gatt So step up with that hoe sh** and I'm a empty the whole clip Ain't no running like a rabbit 'Cos I'm a let you motherf**ers have it Let the motherf**er blast And bring your hat to your motherf**ing a** 'cos n***az ain't true to it, you're new to it And don't know what to do to it But I ain't never had that kind of luck If you're scared to bite the bullet then raise the f**