Geto Boys read these nikes Lyrics

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(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____fuckin 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___ed 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____fuckin 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____fucka 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___s with me
Her a__ is gonna read these Nikes

[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yo D, I saw the way you stomped that m____fucka
And left your trademark upside his head
[ Will ]
Yeah man, that was one of my off nights
I usually leave the whole m____fuckin 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____fucka is a casualty
I kick a__, you want evidence?
Look at the bottom of my g______ shoeprint
>From m____fuckas 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____fuckin face
You're readin these Nikes

Look at you now, m____fucka!
(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!)