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