[ Bushwick Bill ]
Say D and Ak, those muthaf**as are down there at the mall protestin aginst us, man
[ Willie D ]
What?!
[ Scarface ]
Man, you bullsh**tin, man
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yo, this's on the deuce, f** the one
I bullsh** you not, my n***a
I walked in there, seen muthaf**in picket signs and sh**
Sayin 'ban the Geto Boys', we're a bad influence on their kids
How the f** they gon' do that?
I'm about two shakes of a rattlesnake tail off they a**
[ Willie D ]
It's time to get dead on they a**...
[ VERSE 1: Bushwick Bill ]
You goddamn parents are trippin
Gimme some of that sh** you been sniffin
You don't want your kids to hear songs of this nature
But you take em to the movies to watch Schwarzenegger
f** that 'land of opportunity' sh**
I don't need permission to sell a damn hit
I say what I want, when I want, how I want
Try to stop me, get your f**in a** stomped
Call me a bad guy, but in reality
Most you muthaf**as curse worse than me
You rabble-a**, I show it, you goddamn hypocrite
I ain't hidin sh**, so s** my dick
You mama can't relate, cause her mind is weak
f** that sh** she preach every week
You contradict yourself in ever phrase
Do you know a stupid-a** parent that's always
(Talkin loud, sayin nothin) --] James Brown
(Yeah)
(Hey Silly Willy, let me talk, let me say somethin
Let me say somethin, let me talk)
Yeah man, we pumpin it up on the Southside
I'm fixin to get me a Benz next month
I got the money for it right now
But I'm waitin on Rico to bring me this ki, knowmsayin?
[ VERSE 2: Willie D ]
n***a, do I look like a goddamn s**er?
You say you're clockin, you'se a lyin muthaf**a
Kickin that sh** about you're waitin to scope
But evertime I see your a** you're waitin on Metro
I can't stand a lyin-a** n***a
Try to be hard, but you're sweeter than sugar
Told the boys you shot a cop to d**h
But muthaf**a, you was locked down for auto theft
Say you ran sh**, what you had to drink?
n***a, you was on a goddamn punk tank
Washin out another n***a's drawers
And getttin f**ed up your doo-doo walls
So don't give me that bullsh** story
p**y muthaf**a, I heard they took your commissary
What the f** are you, a man or a mouse?
(Man) Well, why the f** you clean another n***a's house?
Ho-a** n***a, yeah the word got back
I wouldn'ta busted your a**, but you tried to high-cap
You're like Pinocchio, can't get a lie straight
Say you're scorin ki's when you're f**in with 8ths
Boy you're
(Talkin loud, sayin nothin)
(Yeah)
What the f** you doin talkin to that n***a?
(Ah boy, I - I went to school with him
That's my friend!)
[ VERSE 3: Willie D ]
Ho, shut up, you're pissiin me off
I'm bout to bust you in your goddamn mouth
Have you forgotten my description?
I'm a Geto Boy (We can't stand lying b**hes)
Ho, you got a head like a goddamn rock
Is your muthaf**in brain washed?
Just the other day I had a heartfelt blow
And I had to beep ya just to find ya, ho
Another thing I dislike is your funky-a** friends
b**h, who you're f**in, me or them?
You're with the hoes all afternoon
And when it's time for me, all your time is consumed
But f** that sh**, take off my ring and my flack
And you owe me 250 for the goddamn contacts
You say you love me, but you keep f**in up
Dumb b**h, you ain't doin nuthin but
(Talkin loud, sayin nothin)
(Yeah)