Lyrics Outro - Geto Boys
Geto
Boys
Miscellaneous
Fuck
a
War
*Phone
rings*
[Hello,
could
I
speak
with,
Bushwick
Bill?]
Hello,
this
is
Bushwick,
motherfucking
Bill
[Yes
sir,
I'm
calling
to
inform
you
that
you
have
been
drafted
Into
The
United
States
military]
The
Unites
States
wants
me
for
what?
Hahahaha
[Excuse
me
sir]
Hahaha
[Bushwick?]
Hahaha,
yeah
yeah
yeah,
hey
what's
up?
[You
need
to
contact
your
nearest
recruiting
office
immeadiatly
Please]
I
see
your
not
hip
to
what's
happenin'
I
don't
give
a
fuck
about
you
and
all
that
bullshit
you
stressin'
Fuck
a
war
To
explain,
let
me
kick
it
to
you
a
little
something
like
this:
(Bushwick
Bill)
Motherfuck
a
war,
that's
how
I
feel
Sendin'
a
nigga
to
a
dentist
to
get
killed
Cause
two
suckas
can't
agree
on
something
A
thousand
motherfuckers
died
for
nothing
You
can't
pay
me
to
join
an
army
camp
Or
any
other
motherfuckin'
military
branch
Of
this
United
goddman
States
of
this
bitch
America
Be
a
soldier,
what
for?
They
puttin'
niggas
on
the
front
line
But
when
it
comes
to
gettin'
ahead,
they
put
us
way
behind
I
ain't
gettin'
my
leg
shot
off
While
Bush
old
ass
on
t.v.
playin'
golf
But
when
you
come
to
my
house
with
that
draft
shit
I'ma
shoot
your
funky
ass
bitch
A
nigga'll
die
for
a
broil
But
I
ain't
fightin'
behind
no
gaddamn
oil
Against
motherfuckas
I
don't
know
Yo
Bush!
I
ain't
your
damn
hoe
The
enemy
is
right
here
g,
them
foreigners
never
did
shit
me
All
of
those
wasted
lives
And
only
one
or
two
get
recognized
But
what
good
is
a
medal
when
your
dead?
tell
Uncle
Sam
I
said
Chorus
x2
(Willie
D)
I
ain't
goin'
to
war
for
a
shit
talkin'
president
[Fuck
fuck
fuck
a
war]
(Bushwick
Bill)
In
Vietnam
a
lot
of
niggas
died
young
P.O.W.'s
got
hung
What
the
fuck
do
I
know
about
a
grenade
All
I
know
is
the
(?)
in
my
12
gauge
And
what
if
that
pin
gets
stuck?
Several
more
casualties
show
up
This
shit
remind
me
of
a
drive-by
More
motherfuckers
die
by
accident
than
on
purpose,
why?
Cause
they
don't
know
what
they
doin'
They
see
if
the
coast
is
clear
and
they
start
persuin'
And
that's
when
that
booby
trap
springs,
BOOM!
Blow
a
motherfucker
to
smithereens
They
send
a
sucker
to
your
folks,
lookin'
stupid
Tellin'
them
you
died
in
the
line
of
duty
Or
your
ass
is
missing
in
action
bro
Tryin'
to
be
a
damn
hero
They
bring
your
folks
that
duffle
bag
The
only
shit
they
wanna
see
is
that
doggy
tag
Hopin'
that
the
worryin'
will
cease
And
your
ass
will
be
home
in
one
damn
piece
But
my
mom
ain't
gotta
worry
about
that
there
Cause
I
ain't
dyin'
in
the
middle
of
nowhere
Another
statistic,
a
body
in
a
drawer
Man!
mother
fuck
a
war!
Chorus
x2
Your
lucky
that
I
ain't
the
president
Cause
I'll
push
the
fuckin'
button
and
get
it
over
wit
Fuck
all
that
waitin'
and
procrastinatin'
And
all
that
goddamn
negotiatin'
Flyin'
back
and
fourth
overseas
And
havin'
lunch
and
brunch
with
the
motherfuckin'
enemy
I'll
aim
one
missle
at
Iraq
And
blow
that
little
piece
of
shit
off
the
map
Yeah,
I
wouldn't
give
a
fuck
who
it
ices
Cause
I'm
tired
of
payin'
these
high
ass
gas
prices
Only
the
rich
benefit,
it'll
be
a
cold
day
in
hell
before
I
enlist
To
eat
shit
out
a
can
like
a
worm
And
everyday
wear
the
same
damn
uniform
Sores
breakin'
on
my
funky
ass
feet
Skin
crawlin'
cause
I
ain't
took
baths
in
weeks
Not
knowin'
if
I'm
comin'
home
or
not
And
if
I
do,
I'll
probably
be
shell
shocked
I
couldn't
get
a
job
just
a
free
burial
You
know
how
Uncle
Sam
treat
it's
veterans
Absolutely
no
respect
Get
a
plate
in
your
head,
lose
a
leg,
you
might
get
a
check
Or
a
gaddamn
star,
you
can
have
that
shit
Mother
fuck
a
war!
(Chorus)x2
Album
Till Death Do Us Part
1 Intro
2 G.E.T.O.
3 It Ain't
4 Crooked Officer
5 No Nuts No Glory
6 Six Feet Deep
7 Murder Avenue
8 Raise Up
9 Murder After Midnight
10 Straight Gangstaism
11 Cereal Killer
12 This Dick's For You
13 Street Life
14 Bring It On
15 Outro
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