You Ain’t Nothin’ Geto Boys

Nowwwwwwwwwwww
You been lost your style, and your lyrics are foul
Yo you wannabe a bro, then let us show you how
Sucker frezer, party pleaser, not a bit of the whack
And Ready Red never lacks, because he's right and exact
He'll strip, and let it rip, so all you suckers start puffin
We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin

{*sample of "you ain't nothin" repeats*}
We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin

Al Capone ran Chicago, and we run rap
And like a sniper, we'll wipe ya, right off of the map
You're nothin more than confetti, you run with the wind
You wanna rumble with the mighty you can never pretend
To all you sap suckers out huffin, and puffin
We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin

{*sample of "you ain't nothin" repeats*}
We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin

Ready Red's our musician, me and Box are the writers
We're tearin down the place, like kung-fu fighters
Cause I'm fast, to give the party a boost
Kickin ass, like his oriental homeboy Bruce
So to all you imitators, who's only good for bluffin
Compared to the Geto Boys you ain't nothin