Geto Boys & Girls Lyrics - Geto Boys

Intro: 

Boys and girls 

Scarface: 

I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock 

In a 7 0 chevy with the drops in slot 

Use to pass me pepsi cola while he drunk him a pint 

Tippin' to the southside runnin' a light 

Use to have me up in 3rd ward checkin' his traps 

Collectin' his scratch protection' his snap 

Use to always tell a nigga keep your mind on paper 

Bitches in your head you keep your eyes on paper 

Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch 

You kill a motherfucker you kill him for that 

You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up 

Old man spittin' game so I sucked it up 

Old enough to do my own thang got me again 

Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid 

Went and seen my homie short dawg that slided me a track 

Went to mase's pawn shop and got me a gat 

Didn't know this crack shit I got my uncle to cook 

With my eyes on my paper I just fumbled and looked 

Impatiently waitin' for the pot to boil 

Man I can't wait to see your rock from ? 

Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight 

Time for me to bring brad jordan to life 

Sat my ass upon the corner till it started to bounce 

Glock scratchin' reach that and started her out 

It wasn't long before I was goin' for nine 

I'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine 

And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that 

You found your ass misplaced with your head in your lap 

And niggas is gettin' shyfer with time 

That's why you never see me with a partner in crime 

I'm down and dirty nigga fuck the world 

And that's what separated geto boys from girls you know? 

Bushwick bill: 

5th ward is the spot where niggas get shot 

Hoes sell cock and every block is hot 

Niggas start shit but they don't start it with bill 

Cause them motherfuckers know they're blood gonna spill 

Ever since I was a kid growin' up in the bottom 

I beat a niggas ass and if I didn't I shot him 

Never gave a fuck about his family cryin' 

Bottom line, better his than mine 

You come around me with that live shit I kill it fast 

I throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass nigga 

Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thang 

You got a set of nuts you better let them motherfuckers hang 

Even if you're facin' 20 years you never rat 

You do your time and you come on back 

And if he a homie he really take care of your people while you're gone 

And bless you when you come back home 

Do your time and don't whine is the motherfuckin' anthem 

That's the type of shit most niggas can't phantom 

Them bitches tongues come unfurled 

But that's what separated the ghetto boys from girls c'mon 

Scarface: 

I bet you often wonder how niggas survive in the trail 

You got jacked and took six and died in your house 

And motherfuckers sat and grieved your death 

One of them motherfuckers counted up the keys then left 

Kind of strange the game it took a change for the worse 

Split the brain get the caine get back to your dirt 

And keep the jack you did up under your hat 

Cause if the word got out you killed him then they killin' you back 

I never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again 

You'd think but these niggas on some up shit like double your pay 

And gives a fuck about respect and joy 

So how the fuck you figure niggas got respect for a hoe 

But then again niggas always put their trust in a bitch 

But in the end it's another nigga bustin' yo shit 

Fucked around and had to flee the world 

Cause you couldn't separate the geto boys and girls 

Willie D: 

Geto boys is the motherfuckin' shit never forget 

Them southern niggas made your mind play tricks 

Never the less I left the group in '91 

Niggas was mad, I had my gun 

They had they guns too I wasn't snoozin' 

Cause I knew that if it came down to it they would use 'em 

If it was goin' down right then I didn't give a fuck 

We was gonna tear this whole motherfuckin' city up 

And nigga that's real comin' from the south 

You wack ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth 

Preachin' that positive bullshit that you can say 

Cause your positivity ain't gettin' motherfuckers paid 

It's g.b. and willie d reunited 

Sendin' niggas back to the studio to get they shit tighter 

And niggas thought it wouldn't happen again 

But we sat down and settled our differences like men 

And put the bullshit behind us 

Cause fuckin' off money ain't a plus it's a minus 

We did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl 

And separated geto boys from girls c'mon 

Man on phone: 

Hey, J. you know I spent 23 years in the prison. you know I'm still in prison 

You know they they uh uh renounced us, blacks, we represent 37% of the 

Prison system throughout the country. 37%. but we don't represent but but 

12% of the country. now that's disproportionate and it ain't no joke you know. 

It's it's not by coincidence, it's by design. by the year...2015. 

They gonna have 70% of our community locked up. I'm talking about black 

Gonna be locked up within they community. it's gonna be like in Warsaw...ghetto.