Lyrics Straight Gangstaism - Geto Boys
...when
the
fire
dies
down
what
the
fuck
you
gonna
do?
Damn
it
feels
good
to
be
a
gansta...
Yeah,
I
take
y'all
way
back
Seven
years
old,
I'm
lookin'
up
to
the
ganstas
in
the
hood,
'Cause
to
me
and
my
cousins
yeah
they
represented
good,
Even
when
we
played
cops
and
robbers
on
the
block,
Nobody
wanted
to
play
the
cop
yeah,
'Cause
the
cop
was
a
pussy-ass
bitch,
And
if
you
played
the
cop,
nigga
you
got
your
ass
kicked!
I
was
a
curious
child,
I
used
to
hang
out
by
the
ballroom
and
study
the
gansta
style
The
way
they
talk,
the
way
they
walk,
the
way
they
act,
The
way
they
wore
dat
gansta
hat,
Tilted,
rim
layed
flat
out,
Now
that's
the
type
a
shit
I'm
talkin'
about
yeah,
Cigarette
in
one
hand,
drink
in
the
other,
Leanin'
to
one
side,
cooler
than
a
motherfucker,
With
the
ganstass
nicknames,
Killin'
Boy,
Pokey,
Big
Joe,
Go-Deal,
Lil
Lane,
True
muthafuckin'
mack
daddies,
Bitch
on
the
side,
drivin'
the
'73
caddy,
Wid
a
chrome
plated
.357
Ready
to
send
a
muthafucka
on
a
stairway
to
heaven,
I
was
fascinated,
yeah
I
let
'em
influence
me,
and
my
momma
hate
it,
But
she
still
gave
me
love,
'Cause
my
momma
understood,
That
it
was
in
my
blood,
See
I
was
a
psycho,
And
in
a
few
mo'
years
she
wouldn't
have
to
worry
about
a
Michael,
'Cause
I'll
be
makin'
my
own
decisions,
yeah
Comin'
up
fast,
clockin'
cash
Straight
Ganstaism
Yeah...
Uh...
On
and
On
and
On
and
On
and
On...
Yeah...
Uh
Break
it
down
Uh
Like
dat
Like
dat
Yeah
Now
is
'93
I
got
a
name
fo'
myself,
Made
a
little
dough,
played
the
cards
I
was
dealt,
Didn't
go
fo'
self,
now
I'm
a
G,
huh
And
every
muthafuckin'
body
know
me,
Niggas
in
the
hood,
all
got
love,
'Cause
they
saw
me
raise
up
from
a
muthafuckin
scrub,
And
hoes
that
I
know,
From
way
back
befo'
They
used
to
say
no,
All
wanna
go
to
the
hotel,
'Cause
they
claim
that
they
intrested,
And
everybody
talkin'
about
the
shit
that
they
wish
they
did,
But
I
surpassed
all
that,
They
used
to
wanna
know
if
I
was
down,
now
they
don't
ask
all
that,
'Cause
they
believin'
what
they
seein'
A
young
nigga
comin'
up
fast,
yeah
Sittin'
back
as
a
youngsta,
peepin'
out
ma
folks,
Some
were
straight
G's
and
some
when
not
smoking
dope,
I
had
to
cope
wid
it,
be
a
man
and
stay
strong,
Even
though
some
folks
didn't
think
that
I'd
live
long,
I
watch
grandpa
shoot
dice
at
the
liquo'
sto'
Gettin'
licks
in
the
dough
ague
and
the
Big
Joe,
Walkin'
out
the
door
wid
a
gallon
of
Jack,
Sellin'
straight
cess
booze
'cause
back
then
there
weren't
no
crack,
A
matter
fact,
to
this
day,
I'm
doin'
shit
like
grandpa
in
every
way,
I
got
my
hustle
on
loc
I
ain't
frontin'
Jus'
a
young
nigga
in
this
world
tryin'
ta
have
somethin'
yeah
That's
then
you
find
and
I
know,
That's
how
I
was
raised
and
that's
how
I'm
a
go,
I
dunno
will
I
ever
be
a
cell
mate
but
I
do
know
I'm
never
goin'
straight...
Gansterism
Yeah
[toke]
really
doe
[toke]
3-2
in
the
muthafuckin'
house
doe
[toke]
Down
with
the
mutherfuckin'
GB
[toke]
And
y'all
gonna
hear
the
original
big
baby
really
doe
[toke]
And
the
mutherfuckin'
9 to
the
deuce!
I
know
you
heard
that
big
baby
[toke]
yeah
[toke]
We
got
Seag
in
the
muthafuckin'
house
doe
from
Oakland
[toke]
yeah
We
got
Big
Mike
yeeahuh,
Fattey
Hattey
yeeahuh
We
got
Big
Chief
and
LeJay,
really
doe
[toke]
Say
big
baby,
lookit
my
deed
[laugh
laugh]
You
fuckin'
bitch!
[laugh
laugh
laugh]
really
doe
Bido
in
the
muthafuckin'
house,
yeah
Nigga
face
evil
[toke]
really
doe
[toke]
They
can't
fade
this
soft
shit
doe
[toke]
Uh
the
they
can't
fade
it
doe
I'm
outta
this
beeyatch!
Z
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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