Point of No Return Geto Boys
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Intro:
G.B. ha ha youknowhatI'msayin'? Geto Boys in the house for the 1-9-9-6
(G.B.) (x16)
Scarface:
What if I learn to work your beat
And fuck with you in the ways that you fuck with me
And underline all y'all downfalls for ya
Catch you fuckin' up and bring the pound down on ya
Infect your neighbborhood with this drug called hate
Issue out your income and control y'all fate
Provide you motherfuckers with the shit that look cool
And price it outta range to keep your ass outta school
You don't work, you don't eat, you don't eat, you don't sleep
And then I got your ass up on these motherfuckin' streets
Poisoning your own breed, turning you from Jesus
Get you out your faith and hit your ass with diseases
And now you can't reproduce, there goes your children
Don't worry about you dying slow, I'm a get to killin'
And shoot up your motherfuckin' dreams from the jump
And hold you in the penitentiary like a punk
Where you can't do shit unless a motherfucker tell ya
You ain't a motherfuckin' man, nigga, yous a failure
You wonder why I hate cha and I paint this picture?
Cause the government is fucked up and I ain't that nigga!
So you can point the fingers at the motherfuckin' press
Cause they be feeding me with all the shit that I address
It ain't my motherfuckin' fault niggas ain't learnin'
We in too deep and ain't no returnin'
G.B. ha ha youknowhatI'msayin'? Geto Boys in the house for the 1-9-9-6
(G.B.) (x16)
Scarface:
What if I learn to work your beat
And fuck with you in the ways that you fuck with me
And underline all y'all downfalls for ya
Catch you fuckin' up and bring the pound down on ya
Infect your neighbborhood with this drug called hate
Issue out your income and control y'all fate
Provide you motherfuckers with the shit that look cool
And price it outta range to keep your ass outta school
You don't work, you don't eat, you don't eat, you don't sleep
And then I got your ass up on these motherfuckin' streets
Poisoning your own breed, turning you from Jesus
Get you out your faith and hit your ass with diseases
And now you can't reproduce, there goes your children
Don't worry about you dying slow, I'm a get to killin'
And shoot up your motherfuckin' dreams from the jump
And hold you in the penitentiary like a punk
Where you can't do shit unless a motherfucker tell ya
You ain't a motherfuckin' man, nigga, yous a failure
You wonder why I hate cha and I paint this picture?
Cause the government is fucked up and I ain't that nigga!
So you can point the fingers at the motherfuckin' press
Cause they be feeding me with all the shit that I address
It ain't my motherfuckin' fault niggas ain't learnin'
We in too deep and ain't no returnin'
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