Geto Boys and Girls (Screwed)

Boys and girls
Go

I remember in the '80s me and Pops would rock
In a seven-zero Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him a pint
Tippin' to the Southside runnin' a light
Use to have me up in third Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection his snap
Use to always tell a nigga "keep your mind on paper"
Bitches in your head, 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 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 that slided me a track
Went to Mase's Pawn Shop and got me a gat

Didn't know this crack shit, I got my uncle to cook
With my eyes on my paper, I just fubbled and looked
Impatiently waitin' for the pot to boil
Man, I can't wait to see your rock from oil
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
Glock scratchin' reach that and started her out

It wasn't long before I was goin' for nine
I'm 17 around millionaires goin' for mine
And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that
They found your ass misplaces with your head in your lap
And niggas is gettin' shiffer with time
That's why you never see me with a partner in crime
I'm down and dirty, nigga, fuck the world
And that's what separated Geto Boys from girls, you know?

Fifth 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 gonna spill
Ever since I was a kid growin' up in the bottom
I beat a niggas ass and 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 thang
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 your homie 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 Getto Boys from girls, c'mon

I bet you often wonder how niggas survive in a drout
You got jacked and took six and died in your house
And motherfuckers sat and grieved your death
While other motherfuckers counted up the keys that you left
Kind of strange 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 got out you killed him, then they killin' you back

I never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again
But these niggas on some up shit, like double your pay
And gives a fuck about respect and joy
So how the fuck you figure niggas got respect for a hoe
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 flee the world
'Cause you couldn't separate the Geto Boys and girls

Geto Boys is the motherfuckin' shit
Never forget them southern niggas made your Mind Play Tricks
Nevertheless, 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 right, then 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 you can save
'Cause your positivity ain't gettin' motherfuckers paid

It's GB 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 too big to do when they twirl
And separated Geto Boys from girls, c'mon

AJ, you know I spent 23 years in the prison, you know I'm still in prison
You know they, they uh-uh re-announced us, Blacks
We represent 37 percent of the prison system throughout the country
37 percent, but we don't represent but, but 12 percent of the country
Now that's disproportionate and ain't no joke you know
It's, it's now by coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design

By the year 2015
They gon' have 70 percent of our community locked up
I'm talking about Black gonna be locked up within they community
It's gon' be like in Warsaw, ghetto