Geto Boys and Girls

Boys and girls

Gone

I remember in the '80s, me and Pops would rock

In a '70 Chevy with the drops in slot

Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him a pint

Tippin' through the South side, runnin' a light

Use to have me up in Third Ward checkin' his traps

Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps

Use to always tell a ****, "Keep your mind on paper

Bitches in your head, you keep your eyes on paper"

'Cause a ****'s definition is a killer 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 was spittin' game so I sucked it up

Old enough to do my own thing, got me again

Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid

Went and seen my homie Short Dawg that slide me a track

Went to Mase's Pawn Shop, 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 oil

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', reached out, and started her out

It wasn't long 'fore 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

They found your ass misplaced with your head in your lap

And **** is gettin' shiesty with time

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

I'm down and dirty, ****, fuck the world

And that's what separate the Geto Boys from girls, come on

Fifth Ward is the spot where **** get shot

Hoes sell cock and every block is hot

**** start shit, but they don't start it with Bill

'Cause them motherfuckers know their blood gon' spill

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

I beat a ****'s ass, 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, ****

'Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thing

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

Even if you're facin' twenty 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 **** can't phantom

Them bitches tongues come unfurled

But that's what separates the Geto Boys from girls, come on

I bet you often wonder how **** survive in a drought

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

Kinda strange how the game, it took a change for the worse

Split the brain, get the 'caine, and get back to your terf

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

But these **** on some up shit, like double your pay

And gives a fuck about respect and joy

So how you figure **** got respect for a ho?

But then again **** always put their trust in a bitch

But in the end it's another **** bustin' your shit

Fucked around and had to flee the world

'Cause you couldn't separate the Geto Boys from girls

Geto Boys is the motherfuckin' shit

Never forget them southern **** made your mind play tricks

Nevertheless, I left the group in '91

**** 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 like them, I didn't give a fuck

We was gon' tear this whole motherfuckin' city up

And ****, that's real comin' from the South

You wack-ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth

Preachin' that positive bullshit, that you can save

'Cause your positivity ain't gettin' motherfuckers paid

It's GB and Willie D reunited

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

And **** 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 **** too big to do when they twirl

And separated Geto Boys from girls, come on