[ Intro ]
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Today's special is Geto dope processed in Fifth Ward, Texas
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We sell so much of this until they want to know what we put in it
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OK, I'm gonna share this recipe with y'all
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Hey John, gimme an ounce of that ether Fifth Ward bass
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Yeah, aw yeah!
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Yo Doug! Give me a half a key of uncut drums
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Aw yeah! Yeah!
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Say Red, give me a pound of them horns with red (???) cents in it!
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Yeah, aw yeah!
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Yeah, aw yeah!
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Say fellas, give me ton of everything and cut it with the trigger happy
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motherfuckin' Geto Boys
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[ Verse 1 -- Bushwick ]
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We needed money, so I robbed a liquor store
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Down on your knees she hesitated, I kicked the whore
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Wanna go for bad, bitch I go for broke
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Pulled out the 9, think it's a game, she said nope
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Out comes the manager, mother' thought I was bluffin him
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She knew I was serious, so did he when I busted him
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Come on motherfucker I ain't playin' so give it up
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She said the cops are comin', does it look like I give a fuck!
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You're lucky I ain't horny, I'd be rockin' ya
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She let down her hair, pulled up her skirt and said what's stoppin' ya?
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Bitch you must mistake me for a lollygag
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Cuz' if I get in that ass, they'll haul me off in a body bag
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Gimme the money, I'm tired of the waiting shit
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She said the box is empty
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I said ain't that a bitch
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Back to the safe you better open it fast
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I'm gettin' tired, I'm about to melt a cap in your ass
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I got all that money that I'm live, how you figure?
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I'll forever be a trigga happy nigga
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(gunshots)
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Don't fuck with me
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(gunshots)
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You die motherfucker
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[ Verse 2 -- Willie D ]
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Doin' crime in H-Town in my prime
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Robbed the same motherfuckas 4 or 5 times
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Where was the cops when I was rippin' off dividends?
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Out writin' tickets to hard workin' citizens!
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They ain't never been smart enough to catch me
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But one day I went climbin' with a pussy
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He got shot and hit the floor
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I ran non-stop to my god damn front door
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Stashed the cash and case
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A clue led the motherfuckas to my place
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I grabbed the bill cleaned my popper
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And what did I hear a god damn chopper
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Damn, ain't this a bitch, the motherfucher must've snitched
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I thought about puttin some head to bed
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But I played the stay instead
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Surrender, the last day of November, made bond the first day of December
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Promised myself when I see that snitch, I'd kill that son of a bitch!
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We scrapped the slate every day
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I just couldn't put the fuckin' gun away
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Wait a minute, I'm full of those forties,
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I caught his ass slippin' at a block party
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Killed a motherfucka as he said D please
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Put holes in his ass like rat cheese
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Squash that shit, how ya figure?
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I'll forever be a trigga happy nigga!
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(gunshots)
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You die motherfucker
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Say hello to my little friend
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Don't fuck with me
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You stupid fuck
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You die motherfucker
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Say hello to my little friend
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(gunshots)
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I'll take you all to fuckin hell!
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(gunshots)
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Don't fuck with me
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You stupid fuck
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[ Verse 3 -- Scarface ]
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Boys on my corner tryin' to run a day game
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Sellin that phony shit, it's white but it ain't caine
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Some stupid mother fucker said I owed him
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I ain't payin' the mother fucker I don't play and I showed him
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That if you come and front me with that bullshit
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You card is filed and you'll die when I pull it
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Cuz life is a gamble when you fuck with a psycho
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No pity on another it's a game, it's how life goes
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I'm hip to all the tricks of the trade
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Killin', and stealin' and gankin' niggas to get paid
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But this time you bullshitted the bullshitter
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and found out that I'm a trigga happy nigga
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Don't fuck with me
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You stupid fuck
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You die motherfucker
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Say hello to my little friend
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(gunshots)
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I'll take you all to fuckin hell!
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Don't fuck with me!
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Trigga Happy Aggin
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