| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto B-
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| Don’t fuck with me
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto B-
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| Don’t fuck with me
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| As I walked through 5th Ward, I saw this man
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| He was kind, but he was blind, I snatched his jewelry and ran
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| I caught up with Box and said, «I think it’s worth a grand»
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| He smiled and he giggled and he shook my hand
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| We tried to pawn it in to have some for fare for the jam
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| He said, «It's fake», and I said «What?», he said «I'm sorry», I said «Damn!»
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| My mama threw me out, I called my sister a whore
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| Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor
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| It’s been a week I didn’t need, I couldn’t take it no more
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| Saw my teacher Miss Elaine at the grocery store
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| I waited by her car, she asked: «Why aren’t you in school?»
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| Put my gun up to her head and said, «Get in, you old fool»
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| She offered her keys, cried and said, «Please!»
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| She promised not to tell and give me As and Bs
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| I said, «I want your money, grub, and all I can sell»
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| I looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell
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| I knew she was a snitch, I beat her down with my gun
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| Got happy with the trigger, now I’m on the run
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| An assassin
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto B-
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| Don’t fuck with me
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| I’m an assassin
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto B-
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| Don’t fuck with me
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| Now I’m just what you expected, a runner out on bail
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| Hustlin' is my job, and I’m paid well
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| I’m used to makin' money fast, beaucoup cash
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| Try to cheat me and beat me, my boss is bustin' your ass
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| Once lived Sheila, yeah, I meant to kill her
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| Her teeth was big and gappy, so I called her Godzilla
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| She planned for a party, she said «Bring everybody»
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| No jive, when we arrived we saw Detective Ray McCarthy
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| He started haul-assin', my Fila came unfastened
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| I fell and went to jail and came back as an assassin
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| First I start rollin', my pockets started swollin'
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| Havin' green is havin' power, and you know what I was sellin'
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| Now Sheila was addicted, her face looked reflicted
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| I caught her sellin' ass, then and there I should’ve kicked it
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| I drove up to her corner and gave her a grin
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| Asked, «How much?», she said, «20», I said, «Bet», she got in
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| I drove her to a spot that was quiet and dark
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| Yo yo, turned out the lights and found a place to park
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| Now I knew the girl was ready, she started gettin' sweaty
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| But all was in my head was 'kill the bitch like Freddy'
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| I dug between the chair, and whipped out the machete
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| She screamed, I sliced her up until her guts were like spaghetti
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| A maniac, I stabbed the girl in her tits
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| And to stop her nerves from jumpin' I just cut her to bits
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| An assassin
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto B-
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| Don’t fuck with me
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| I’m an assassin
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Huh
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| I’m an assassin
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| Say hello to my little friend
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| Say hello to my little friend
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| My father was a priest, cold blooded he’s dead
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| Hypocrite, I caught him basin', so I shot him in the head
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| Poured on the holy water, «Bless the dead» is what I said
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| Then heard the demon screamin' as his body bled
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| Now I stole from the poor, lied on the man
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| Dropped the dime, he’s doin' time and I don’t give a damn
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| We’re not really greedy, we’ll help the poor and needy
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| We’ll rock a show and clock some dough, then drink until we’re peedy
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| Drunk on the freeway just the other day
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| I saw a fine hitch-hiker, and I wanted to play
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| I pulled off the road, so I could offer a ride
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| She said «Thanks», I said «No thang,» and she got inside
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| Jivin' as I was drivin', then I asked which direction
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| She said, «5th Ward», I said «We're from the same section»
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| Made it to my ave, she got out and said «Thanks»
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| I said, «Yo babe, like won’t you chill and have a couple of drinks?»
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| We went into my house, and I filled up her glass
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| She drank and got drunk, that’s when I got in that ass
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| I banged it and banged it until my thang got sore
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| I said «Honey…», she said «20», I said, «Get out, you fuckin whore!»
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| She put on her clothes, headed for the door
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| Then said, «Welcome to the disease there is no cure for»
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| Then she started runnin' and almost got away
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| With no clothes I gave chase, makin' sure she’d pay
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| Now she passed by my boy and I knew he was strapped
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| Red pulled out his gun and shot the bitch in her back
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| Bare butt-naked I headed for the car
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| The massacre was from Texas, so I pulled out the chainsaw
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| Cuttin' and cuttin', he said «Johny, man, she’s dead»
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| On the news they found remains of just an arm and her head
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| An assassin
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy (Geto Boy)
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| I’m an assassin
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Don’t- Don’t- Don’t fuck with me
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| Don’t- Don’t- Don’t fuck with me
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| Geto Boy, Geto Boy
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| We just was buggin', you know what I’m sayin?
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| Ha-ha-ha, haa-haaa! |
| HA-HAA!
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| Do- Don’t- Don’t- D- Don’t fuck with m- |