(Oh my goodness!)
(Hit it)
[ VERSE 1: Willie D ]
Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict
Somebody finna get they a** kicked
If you ain't down with the Geto Boys
Get your happy a** outta dodge
The rumors you heard ain't slander
Willie D don't give a f*** about a g****** by-stander
So when you see me clutch my fist
Get out the way or get t-rolled, b****
I'm inclined to physically whip your a**
But if you wanna blast
Make a m****f***in motion like you wanna reach
And you gon' have a d*** funeral next week
>From the hardest to the softest
For me to beat a n**** down is a day at the office
See, my appearance is so d*** fly
It makes em say, "Hm - he's a nice guy"
So a n**** try to play me like a hoe
Oh-oh, oh s***, d***, that's a no-no
I get dead on his a**, so when I'm strikin
He bet no fall, or I'ma make his a** read these Nikes
(Oh my goodness!)
[ VERSE 2: Willie D ]
You read these Nikes, cause you're f***** up, punk
Here's the definition of gettin your a** stomped
(I'm a n**** insane kickin a** extremely)
So you weak-a** hoes keep dreamin
Bushwick, can I get a witness?
(f*** yeah, Nightquil that sickness!)
Yeah, and when I form this gesture
Don't call mama, cause the b**** can't help ya
Better yell for a paramedic
Or somethin that nature, cause I'ma try to break ya
a** into m****f***in particles
Let's see if I can get you in a newspaper article
To hell with emotions
I don't stop till I cream a m****f**** like lotion
Remorse - what the f*** is that?
I beat your mama a** and go get a six-pack
Gettin mild, I don't play that s***
f*** havin mercy on a g****** b****
n**** get beat, oh mama
But if she f**** with me
Her a** is gonna read these Nikes
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yo D, I saw the way you stomped that m****f****
And left your trademark upside his head
[ Will ]
Yeah man, that was one of my off nights
I usually leave the whole m****f***in logo
[ VERSE 3: Willie D ]
I don't give a f*** who you hang with, trick
Friends ain't s*** when you're gettin your a** kicked
But if your buddies wanna get in my mix
Chop-chop ( *gunfire* ) yo, b****
It ain't nothin but a mere formality
Every sucker m****f**** is a casualty
I kick a**, you want evidence?
Look at the bottom of my g****** shoeprint
>From m****f****s done donated blood to the kid
Now do you wanna make a bid?
I didn't think so, cause I'd have yo
a** screamin just like a d*** hoe
When I hit ya in your g****** mouth
And show you what a real n****'s all about
When I dispose of your a** like waste
And nothin but my shoe is in your m****f***in face
You're readin these Nikes
Look at you now, m****f****!
(Oh s***!)
Look at...
(Oh! Aw, hold up, man
Hold up, s***, aw, come on...
Alright, man, alright, I quit, man
I quit, alright - aw s***)
...f*** with me!
(Oh man)
(Hit it)
[ VERSE 4: Willie D ]
Here's an incident that got me sent to the slammer
I'm at the club rappin to this yellow hammer
This b**** was holy, severely cut
So I'm rappin to her, right? To see if she'll f***
I never asked if she was taken, cause honestly
That type of s*** don't matter to me
Just when we was leavin out the g****** door
Some trick-a** n**** fronted me bout the w****
I let the fool fly with a diss or two
But the n**** kept pushin the g****** issue
So I pulled out the 9mm
And bust his a** in the head, you could see the
Blood gushin out his g****** skull
He played hisself, now his a** gettin drugged
I was charged with aggravated a**ault
But before I got off his a**
...I made him read these Nikes
(Oh my goodness!)
(Hit it)
[ VERSE 1: Willie D ]
Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict
Somebody finna get they a** kicked
If you ain't down with the Geto Boys
Get your happy a** outta dodge
The rumors you heard ain't slander
Willie D don't give a f*** about a g****** by-stander
So when you see me clutch my fist
Get out the way or get t-rolled, b****
I'm inclined to physically whip your a**
But if you wanna blast
Make a m****f***in motion like you wanna reach
And you gon' have a d*** funeral next week
>From the hardest to the softest
For me to beat a n**** down is a day at the office
See, my appearance is so d*** fly
It makes em say, "Hm - he's a nice guy"
So a n**** try to play me like a hoe
Oh-oh, oh s***, d***, that's a no-no
I get dead on his a**, so when I'm strikin
He bet no fall, or I'ma make his a** read these Nikes
(Oh my goodness!)
[ VERSE 2: Willie D ]
You read these Nikes, cause you're f***** up, punk
Here's the definition of gettin your a** stomped
(I'm a n**** insane kickin a** extremely)
So you weak-a** hoes keep dreamin
Bushwick, can I get a witness?
(f*** yeah, Nightquil that sickness!)
Yeah, and when I form this gesture
Don't call mama, cause the b**** can't help ya
Better yell for a paramedic
Or somethin that nature, cause I'ma try to break ya
a** into m****f***in particles
Let's see if I can get you in a newspaper article
To hell with emotions
I don't stop till I cream a m****f**** like lotion
Remorse - what the f*** is that?
I beat your mama a** and go get a six-pack
Gettin mild, I don't play that s***
f*** havin mercy on a g****** b****
n**** get beat, oh mama
But if she f**** with me
Her a** is gonna read these Nikes
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yo D, I saw the way you stomped that m****f****
And left your trademark upside his head
[ Will ]
Yeah man, that was one of my off nights
I usually leave the whole m****f***in logo
[ VERSE 3: Willie D ]
I don't give a f*** who you hang with, trick
Friends ain't s*** when you're gettin your a** kicked
But if your buddies wanna get in my mix
Chop-chop ( *gunfire* ) yo, b****
It ain't nothin but a mere formality
Every sucker m****f**** is a casualty
I kick a**, you want evidence?
Look at the bottom of my g****** shoeprint
>From m****f****s done donated blood to the kid
Now do you wanna make a bid?
I didn't think so, cause I'd have yo
a** screamin just like a d*** hoe
When I hit ya in your g****** mouth
And show you what a real n****'s all about
When I dispose of your a** like waste
And nothin but my shoe is in your m****f***in face
You're readin these Nikes
Look at you now, m****f****!
(Oh s***!)
Look at...
(Oh! Aw, hold up, man
Hold up, s***, aw, come on...
Alright, man, alright, I quit, man
I quit, alright - aw s***)
...f*** with me!
(Oh man)
(Hit it)
[ VERSE 4: Willie D ]
Here's an incident that got me sent to the slammer
I'm at the club rappin to this yellow hammer
This b**** was holy, severely cut
So I'm rappin to her, right? To see if she'll f***
I never asked if she was taken, cause honestly
That type of s*** don't matter to me
Just when we was leavin out the g****** door
Some trick-a** n**** fronted me bout the w****
I let the fool fly with a diss or two
But the n**** kept pushin the g****** issue
So I pulled out the 9mm
And bust his a** in the head, you could see the
Blood gushin out his g****** skull
He played hisself, now his a** gettin drugged
I was charged with aggravated a**ault
But before I got off his a**
...I made him read these Nikes
(Oh my goodness!)