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Geto Boys Till Death Do Us Part

[Intro:] Bring it on [2Low:] Cover your dome or feel the motherfuckin' glock The problem child is in the house I'm lettin' off shots Biggedy bang biggedy

s the way you made us Sent a brother to the penenitentiary is how you play us Lock us up for the summer took the brother's name away and passed us as

[Scarface:] Niggas hangin' deep on the cut Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86 And 1987 I was swore

face until it caved in 'cos killing is so damn sweet I saved the remains and used them later for ground meat being a lunatic i gotta do the lunatic gotta do

remember G you'll always have a place in this world as a memory Especially my boys who passed away back in '92 best believe that all the boys in the hoods

I know This is my way of survival You know I've been dealt some bad cards But I gots to play them What else am I to do, look for a job? But until them

it I done made your ass fat And you still talkin bout 25 off a hundred Be real that shit went out in 86 I'm down with the Geto Boys but my mind ain't