Geto Boys - Geto Boys & Girls Lyrics

Boys and girls

I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He used to always tell a nigga, keep your mind on paper
Bitches in your ear, you keep your eyes on paper
'Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch
You kill a motherfucker, you kill him for that
You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up
Old man was spittin' game so I sucked it up
Old enough to do my own thang, got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie Short Dawg to slide me a track
Went to Mase's Pawn Shop, got me a gat
Didn't know this crack shit, I got my uncle to cook
With my eyes on my paper, I just fumbled and looked
Impatiently waitin' for the pot to boil
Man, I can't wait to see your rock from orbit
Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight
Time for me to bring Brad Jordan to life
Sat my ass upon the corner 'til it started to bounce
Clock scratchin', reach that and started her out
It wasn't long before I was goin' for nine
I'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine
And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that
They found your ass misplaced, with your head in your lap
And niggas is gettin' shiffer with time
That's why you never seen me with a partner in crime
I'm down and dirty nigga, fuck the world
And that's what separate the geto boys from girls, come on

5th Ward is the spot where niggas get shot
Hoes sell cock and every block is hot
Niggas start shit but they don't start it with Bill
'Cause them motherfuckers know they're blood gon' spill
Ever since I was a kid growin' up in the bottom
I beat a niggas ass, if I didn't, I shot him
Never gave a fuck about his family cryin'
Bottom line, better his than mine
You come around me with that live shit, I kill it fast
I throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass, nigga
'Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thing
You got a set of nuts you better let them motherfuckers hang
Even if you're facin' 20 years, you never rat
You do your time and you come on back
And if he a homie he really take care of your people while you're gone
And bless you when you come back home
Do your time and don't whine is the motherfuckin' anthem
That's the type of shit most niggas can't phantom
Them bitches tongues come unfurled
But that's what separated the ghetto boys from girls, come on

I bet you often wonder how niggas survived in the drought
You got jacked and took six and died in your house
And motherfuckers sat and grieved your death
While other motherfuckers counted up the ki's yous left
Kind of strange how the game it took a change for the worse
Split the brain, get the cain, get back to your turf
And keep the jack you did up under your hat
'Cause if the word get out you killed him, then they killin' you back
I never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again
But these niggas on some other shit like double your pay
And gives a fuck about respect and joy
So how the fuck you figure niggas got respect for a ho
But then again niggas always put their trust in a bitch
But in the end it's another nigga bustin' yo shit
Fucked around and had to leave the world
'Cause you couldn't separate the geto boys from girls

Geto Boys is the motherfuckin' shit, never forget
Them southern niggas made your mind play tricks
Never the less I left the group in '91
Niggas was mad, I had my gun
They had they guns too, I wasn't snoozin'
'Cause I knew that if it came down to it they would use 'em
If it was goin' down like them, I didn't give a fuck
We was gonna tear this whole motherfuckin' city up
And nigga that's real comin' from the south
You wack ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth
Preachin' that positive bullshit that you can save
'Cause your positivity ain't gettin' motherfuckers paid
It's G.B. and Willie D reunited
Sendin' niggas back to the studio to get they shit tighter
And niggas thought it wouldn't happen again
But we sat down and settled our differences like men
And put the bullshit behind us
'Cause fuckin' off money ain't a plus it's a minus
We did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl
And separated geto boys from girls, come on

A.J.
You know I spent 23 years in the prison
You know I'm still in prison
You know they-they, right now, us blacks
We represent 37% of the prison system throughout the country 37%
And we don't represent but-but 12% of the country
Now that's disproportionate and ain't no joke you know
It's it's not by coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up within they community
It's gonna be like in Warsaw