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fuckin medal For takin both of these bitches, to the other level Bushwick bill, the other level, part one Listen and learn, and you'll be aight Geto boys

(feat. Ganksta NIP, Seagram) [phone rings] [operator] Too Black Records [James A. Smith] Yeah, this is Jay [operator] Hold on, Jay [Too Black Records

his cards right A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights And niggas always gotta high cap Showin' all his boys

D:] So keep eye on the price Next time go shoppin, grab the St. Ides And buy the real Malt liquor And tell them that The Geto Boys and Cube sent ya

[Intro: Scarface] I sit alone in my four cornered room eatin' the wind dinner [DJ Ready Red:] Ha ha, chill out man We're doin' the St. Ides Commercial

t the type who gets all mushy I like to sit back and watch them eat each other's pussy! Weak people might say I'm insane But that's the other damn love

sons of bitches that I murdered Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts Boys used to die when

goodness!) (Hit it) [VERSE 1: Willie D] Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict Somebody finna get they ass kicked If you ain't down with the Geto Boys

this is the Geto Boys dope jam Of '89 rockin' it all the way into the '90s And to the entire rap-a-lot family D, Act, and the Geto boys say "Peace! "