Read These Nikes

(oh my goodness!) (hit it) [ verse 1: willie d ] Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict Somebody finna get they a*s kicked If you ain't down with the geto boys Get your happy a*s outta dodge The rumors you heard ain't slander Willie d don't give a f**k about a goddamn by-stander So when you see me clutch my fist Get out the way or get t-rolled, bitch I'm inclined to physically whip your a*s But if you wanna blast Make a muthaf**kin motion like you wanna reach And you gon' have a damn funeral next week >from the hardest to the softest For me to beat a nigga down is a day at the office See, my appearance is so damn fly It makes em say, "hm - he's a nice guy" So a nigga try to play me like a hoe Oh-oh, oh shit, damn, that's a no-no I get dead on his a*s, so when I'm strikin He bet no fall, or i'ma make his a*s read these nikes (oh my goodness!) [ verse 2: willie d ] You read these nikes, cause you're f**ked up, punk Here's the definition of gettin your a*s stomped (I'm a nigga insane kickin a*s extremely) So you weak-a*s hoes keep dreamin Bushwick, can I get a witness? (f**k yeah, nightquil that sickness!) Yeah, and when I form this gesture Don't call mama, cause the bitch can't help ya Better yell for a paramedic Or somethin that nature, cause i'ma try to break ya a*s into muthaf**kin particles Let's see if I can get you in a newspaper article To hell with emotions I don't stop till I cream a muthaf**ka like lotion Remorse - what the f**k is that? I beat your mama a*s and go get a six-pack Gettin mild, I don't play that shit f**k havin mercy on a goddamn bitch Nigga get beat, oh mama But if she f**ks with me Her a*s is gonna read these nikes [ bushwick bill ] Yo d, I saw the way you stomped that muthaf**ka And left your trademark upside his head [ will ] Yeah man, that was one of my ? ? ? nikes I usually leave the whole muthaf**kin logo [ verse 3: willie d ] I don't give a f**k who you hang with, trick Friends ain't shit when you're gettin your a*s kicked But if your buddies wanna get in my mix Chop-chop ( *gunfire* ) yo, bitch It ain't nothin but a mere formality Every s*cker muthaf**ka is a casualty I kick a*s, you won't ever diss Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoeprint >from muthaf**kas done donated blood to the kid Now do you wanna make a bid? I didn't think so, cause I'd have yo a*s screamin just like a damn hoe When I hit ya in your goddamn mouth And show you what a real nigga's all about When I dispose of your a*s like waste And nothin but my shoe is in your muthaf**kin face You're readin these nikes Look at you now, muthaf**ka! (oh shit!) Look at... (oh! aw, hold up, man Hold up, shit, aw, come on... Alright, man, alright, I quit, man I quit, alright - aw shit) ...f**k with me! (oh man) (hit it) [ verse 4: willie d ] Here's an incident that got me sent to the slammer I'm at the club rappin to this hella hammer This bitch was holy, severely cut So I'm rappin to her, right? to see if she'll f**k I never asked if she was taken, cause honestly That type of shit don't matter to me Just when we was leavin out the goddamn door Some trick-a*s nigga fronted me bout the whore I let the fool file with a diss or two But the nigga kept pushin the goddamn issue So I pulled out the 9mm And bust his a*s in the head, you could see the Blood gushin out his goddamn skull He played hisself, now his a*s gettin drugged I was charged with aggravated a*sault But before I got off his a*s ...i made him read these nikes (oh my goodness!)