Dyin Wit'cha Boots On Lyrics - Geto Boys

Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards down 

Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now 

These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these niggas 

Simply cause these niggas got bank accounts that's bigga 

I just can't get no peace from u motherfuckin rollers 

Everytime I pull my Benz or what watch cha pull me over 

I'm sick of motherfuckers who be checkin Whitey's coke tip 

Blacker than a motherfucker, sweat me bout` dope sip 

Niggas just take your cut and get yo ass out my face 

The only thing you probably get from me is a cock sucking pistol case 

Unless you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my shit 

Just because you ain't got shit, bitch 

Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure 

That they can fuck with a million dolla nigga 

They got u mixed up, fixed up in the Segas, shookin Indo 

Getting fucked up in the gank hole 

The only way you'll whip that motherfucker is when you whip that 

Motherfucker 

And we choke the motherfucker (Me Stuck the motherfucker!) 

So when you hear my song and wanna get it on 

You better come prepared motherfucker. You dyin wit cha boots on. 

Chorus: Put your foot in my shit and let me try on your hood 

Dyin wit cha boots on 

Put your foot in my shit and let me try on your hood 

Yeah 

Interlude(prison guard talkin' to inmate): 

Guard: Do you know how many years you're facin inside? 

25 to life and that's on the real 

So you better snitch on your partner 

Inmate: Fuck that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself. 

Niggas getting caught, doin time so they snitchin 

They pickin niggas up on funky suspicion 

We'll be goin down for some questionin we think 

And end up gettin hit wit the fuckin kitchen sink 

Rackteer and laundering, Kingpin wondering 

If they got some unsolved murders then give them some of them 

Just because we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter 

We sell each other albums, start frattin our partners 

They start bringin up shit that happened back in 85 

And then comes the largest jury bitch they fuckin time 

You might as well play the state 

Cos you come to day for day 

And sellin out your homeboys ain't the shit 

Cos ya'll gon have to die in this bitch, bitch 

Lobbin wit cha white suit on 

And dyin wit cha motherfuckin boots on 

Put ya foot in my shit and let me try on ya hood