G. E. T. O. Lyrics

The song G. E. T. O. is performed by Geto Boys .



Killa, you're face to face with Scarface
G to the E to the T O

Now here it comes, motherf**kers die hard 'til the end
(Boom)
Mr. Scarface, not your ordinary dope man
On the for reala, my nigga, I'm a born killa
Let my nuts hanging out, give a f**k if ya bigger

'Cause I'm that nigga who gets a*s rolling ten deep
And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet
Creep by creep 'cause I'm in this shit deep
Never ever caught slipping, bitch 'cause I don't sleep

And if I sleep, the kid gets beat and that's bullshit
'Cause I'm still a lunatic
Body snatcher, Peter Roll capture
Killer coming atcha, niggero subtracter

Small time dope game, plenty heart though
Good girl go bad, I'm high off a motherf**ker
I read my diary, mind play tricks
And traveled the world with a nigga named Bushwick

Lost a member back in December
Nigga gets respect from Boston to Denver
Compton, Jersey, Philly, Brooklyn
Oakland, Dallas, Houston look, man

It ain't a goddamn thing being took
From the bad boys of Houston, so go ahead and dial a crook
And watch some niggas spit the game cool
Ran back and brace yourself, nigga 'cause here it comes, fool

Here it comes, fool
P E T E R M A N, ain't no hoe a*s motherf**kers

Bang bang bang, motherf**kers, lay it down
Prat tat tat, the Peterman is in the house
And I'm about to spray it down
Letting niggas hand fit my gat, I gots to grab it
Smoking motherf**kers is a habit

I'm on a mission, opposition get tore up from the floor up
Kicking the type of gangsta shit that make ya throw up
G plus E plus T plus O
Geto Boys run shit in '93 but you don't hear me though

Huh, breaking niggas off who bother to
f**k around with techs, thinking we ain't nothing but barbecue
So fool, get your a*s on
Before the Peterman in the house, getting his blast on

Sending niggas smooth to the concrete
Making mo' motherf**king deal then a swap meet
The C O N V I C T S is hitting niggas where it hurt
Kicking up dirt down in Texas, so here it comes, fool

Any motherf**ker wanna get with Bushwick
Bring it on, motherf**ker

Well, what do you know, it's that nigga named Bushwick
Back again still dropping the Bs on a punk bitch
Kicking that G shit ever so clear
5th Ward steady coming hard every f**king year

I went from copping the cash a couple of months ago
But niggas call me crazy 'cause I'm known to smoke a hoe
Smoke a hoe, smoke a hoe, smoke two, smoke a few
Got my motherf**king crew, now what you wanna do?

B U S H W I C K blowing niggas away
Doing this type of shit every motherf**king day
Never waste another niggas time
Got my 9, getting paid, kicking these motherf**king dope rhymes

So if it comes down to it, I might gatcha
Dead in that motherf**king dump, give that a*s a fracture
'Cause I ain't that nigga you wanna f**k with
Bushwick Bill, the nigga named Chuckwick
So here it comes, fool





G. E. T. O.