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2010-08-21

G. E. T. O.

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