Why U Playin Geto Boys (Ft. Doracell)
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[ Intro: Scarface ]
Ain't no sense in you bullshittin'
What the fuck is you sayin?
You know the way that we do niggas
So what the fuck is you playin? (2x)
[ Verse 1: Scarface ]
Get yo hands up, you see this nigga on a come-up
Walk into this bitch with a gun up in your sto-mach
Now point me to the nigga with the seven figures sittin'
Assumin' that nobody can hit him, I've come to get him
I'm starvin', it's 3 o'clock in the mornin'
Wakin' you up out your sleep without a warnin'
Good morning, I come to get you for your digits
Oh, see this forty cal in my hand, she finna get it
Nobody speakin', don't blink, I probably think somebody reachin'
You make a move, I leave your body leakin' all weekend
Take me to the safe, and I can get you for your bucks
Or I can shoot this muthafucka up, I don't give a fuck
You make the call for all of y'all
You can use your brains to think with, or I can leave em hangin' on the wall
What you do when a nigga come through with game too
Strictly for the nigga with scrilla and name you
A pastor will introduce you to this casket
Bullshittin' me gon' get you blasted
Ain't no sense in you bullshittin'
What the fuck is you sayin?
You know the way that we do niggas
So what the fuck is you playin? (2x)
[ Verse 1: Scarface ]
Get yo hands up, you see this nigga on a come-up
Walk into this bitch with a gun up in your sto-mach
Now point me to the nigga with the seven figures sittin'
Assumin' that nobody can hit him, I've come to get him
I'm starvin', it's 3 o'clock in the mornin'
Wakin' you up out your sleep without a warnin'
Good morning, I come to get you for your digits
Oh, see this forty cal in my hand, she finna get it
Nobody speakin', don't blink, I probably think somebody reachin'
You make a move, I leave your body leakin' all weekend
Take me to the safe, and I can get you for your bucks
Or I can shoot this muthafucka up, I don't give a fuck
You make the call for all of y'all
You can use your brains to think with, or I can leave em hangin' on the wall
What you do when a nigga come through with game too
Strictly for the nigga with scrilla and name you
A pastor will introduce you to this casket
Bullshittin' me gon' get you blasted
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