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Geto Boys

Genres: Hip-Hop

Still Lyrics - Geto Boys

Still, kill 

Still, kill 

 

Back up in your ass with the resurrection 

Is the group harder than an erection 

That shows more affection 

They wanna ban us on Capitol hill 

'Cause it's die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas 

 

All along it was the Geto, nothin' but the Geto 

Takin' short steps one foot at a time and keep my head low 

And never let go 

'Cause if I let go, then I'll be spineless 

I'm goin' insane 

 

I think my mind just goes outta control 

And judge your subjects muthafuckas read about 

I touch on the shit that they be leavin' out 

I seen this muthafucka's 9 smokin' 

I seen the same nigga with the 9 die with his eyes open 

 

And simply what this means is 

He didn't know that every dog had his day 

Until' he seen his 

I bet you muthafuckas will too 

Because it's die muthafucka, die muthafucka still fool 

 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool 

(I-I-I think it's somethin' in the water man, it's just 

Gotta be in the air) 

 

Ahh fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree again 

With guillotines for men 

I walk around town with a frown on my face 

Fuck the whole world, gonna catch a murder case 

The murder rate 

 

May increase if your caught up in the world 

While it's dyin', I guarentee you're fryin' 'cause I am 

On the verge of knockin' muthafuckas out for no reason 

Once I get down there'll be no breathin' it seems when 

Muthafuckas wanna calm down, put his palm down 

Seems I gots to lay the law down 

Now it's on pow what you wanna do? I'm askin' you 

 

Step to face I'll break your ass in two, bastard you 

Rather swim in some fuckin' hot tar 

Before you fuck with Willie D 'cause what I got for 

Your ass will make you shit your meal 

'Cause it's die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still 

 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still 

 

How many niggas brought they irons tonight? 

(Tell me) 

How many niggas wanna ride tonight? 

(I do) 

Pick out our victims when the time is right 

We get they ass up off the corner 'cause they dyin' tonight 

 

Niggas be all up in my mug 

But it's a different story when them muthafuckas coughin' up blood 

(When he died, lookin' in his eyes, was he as he cried?) 

I bust another cap in his ass and he died, time is 5 

 

Niggas be shootin' the gift like they for real 

But when it jumps, they ain't got no murder skills 

So Bill just, chops 'em down, watch 'em fall 

And cut their ass head to toe, jaw to jaw 

 

But I'm-a make your bitch ass holla 

'Cause I'm-a put a hole in your head 

The size of a half a dolla 

(Fuck around and get your cap peeled 'cause this is) 

Die muthafucka, die muthafucka, kill 

 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still fool 

Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas still 

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