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Geto Boys

Genres: Hip-Hop

Raise Up Lyrics - Geto Boys

Click click bang he, he, he 

 

I'm sick of niggaz trying to shoot the big six 

But when the shit jumps off the nigga plays the big bitch 

And that's the problem with the nation of blacks 

Too slow with your motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 niggaz die quick 

Living in this fast shit and trying to have a bad bit 

But what you niggaz know about a bank roll 

Tricking off the money you made with them stank hoes 

Think about it quick quick and raise up bitch 

 

Now the niggaz I run with are down brothers 

And ready to die for a motherfucker 

So when you want to step mate 

I'm a bust you dead in your ass with this twelve gauge 

I ain't your ordinary villain 

 

Some niggaz was born dying I was born killing 

So gather up your army G 

'Cos that's what it's going to take to stop a nigga like me 

'Cos I'm coming at you full force nigga 

I hope you got some real niggaz on the trigger 

 

'Cos I be rolling like a hustler 

And since you got gats you better use them motherfuckers 

Sparking nines at a drastic pace 

Taking orders from a motherfucking basket case 

 

So when my nine goes pop 

Boy you better shit and get your ass up off the pot 

Fuck 'em up listen to my glock click 

Now raise up bitch 

 

So niggaz don't fuck with me 

'Cos I'm a run the whole ninety motherfucking three 

And the rest of the years to come 

So bitches bring it on if you motherfuckers want some 

And I'm a break you off a big piece 

 

'Cos niggaz can't fuck with the big chief 

Attention motherfuckers 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 fuck, never bringing the false shit 

 

I left the mic for a year and I still ain't lost it 

Still running them down, gunning them down 

Yeah, 'cos real niggaz going to clown 

So put your crown on since you're bigger 

And let me take care of my business nigga 

 

The bigger the nigga the bigger the cap 

The bigger the bullet the bigger the fucking gatt 

So step up with that hoe shit and I'm a empty the whole clip 

Ain't no running like a rabbit 

'Cos I'm a let you motherfuckers have it 

 

Let the motherfucker blast 

And bring your hat to your motherfucking ass 

'cos niggaz 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 fuck 

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