Willie D - Read These Nikes lyrics

(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!)