Lyrics Raise Up - Geto Boys
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he,
he,
he
I'm
sick
of
niggaz
trying
to
shoot
the
big
six
But
when
the
shit
jumps
off
the
nigga
plays
the
big
bitch
And
that's
the
problem
with
the
nation
of
blacks
Too
slow
with
your
motherfucking
hands
so
you
grab
your
gats
And
listen
to
the
gangsta
music
You
got
a
glock-ten
in
your
lap
but
you
scared
to
use
it
You's
a
motherfucking
stud
Letting
all
your
homies
know
you
bought
another
gun
Suppose
they
tried
to
pack
you,
dropped
your
dick
in
the
dirt
And
know
exactly
how
to
send
it
at
you
Trying
to
work
your
way
into
the
big
clique
And
that's
the
main
reason
young
niggaz
die
quick
Living
in
this
fast
shit
and
trying
to
have
a
bad
bit
But
what
you
niggaz
know
about
a
bank
roll
Tricking
off
the
money
you
made
with
them
stank
hoes
Think
about
it
quick
quick
and
raise
up
bitch
Now
the
niggaz
I
run
with
are
down
brothers
And
ready
to
die
for
a
motherfucker
So
when
you
want
to
step
mate
I'm
a
bust
you
dead
in
your
ass
with
this
twelve
gauge
I
ain't
your
ordinary
villain
Some
niggaz
was
born
dying
I
was
born
killing
So
gather
up
your
army
G
'Cos
that's
what
it's
going
to
take
to
stop
a
nigga
like
me
'Cos
I'm
coming
at
you
full
force
nigga
I
hope
you
got
some
real
niggaz
on
the
trigger
'Cos
I
be
rolling
like
a
hustler
And
since
you
got
gats
you
better
use
them
motherfuckers
Sparking
nines
at
a
drastic
pace
Taking
orders
from
a
motherfucking
basket
case
So
when
my
nine
goes
pop
Boy
you
better
shit
and
get
your
ass
up
off
the
pot
Fuck
'em
up
listen
to
my
glock
click
Now
raise
up
bitch
So
niggaz
don't
fuck
with
me
'Cos
I'm
a
run
the
whole
ninety
motherfucking
three
And
the
rest
of
the
years
to
come
So
bitches
bring
it
on
if
you
motherfuckers
want
some
And
I'm
a
break
you
off
a
big
piece
'Cos
niggaz
can't
fuck
with
the
big
chief
Attention
motherfuckers
about
face
Salute
the
one
that
the
people
call
scarface
Still
quick
to
hit
them
up,
quick
to
get
them
up
Quick
to
not
give
a
fuck,
never
bringing
the
false
shit
I
left
the
mic
for
a
year
and
I
still
ain't
lost
it
Still
running
them
down,
gunning
them
down
Yeah,
'cos
real
niggaz
going
to
clown
So
put
your
crown
on
since
you're
bigger
And
let
me
take
care
of
my
business
nigga
The
bigger
the
nigga
the
bigger
the
cap
The
bigger
the
bullet
the
bigger
the
fucking
gatt
So
step
up
with
that
hoe
shit
and
I'm
a
empty
the
whole
clip
Ain't
no
running
like
a
rabbit
'Cos
I'm
a
let
you
motherfuckers
have
it
Let
the
motherfucker
blast
And
bring
your
hat
to
your
motherfucking
ass
'Cos
niggaz
ain't
true
to
it,
you're
new
to
it
And
don't
know
what
to
do
to
it
But
I
ain't
never
had
that
kind
of
luck
If
you're
scared
to
bite
the
bullet
then
raise
the
fuck
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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