Testo Raise Up - Geto Boys
Testo della canzone Raise Up (Geto Boys), tratta dall'album Til Death Do Us Part
Click click, bang
I'm sick of niggas tryin to shoot the big six
But when the shit jumps off, the nigga plays the big bitch
And that's the problem with the nation of black
Too slow with your motherfuckin hands, so you grab your gats
And listen to the gangsta music
You got a Glock 10 in your lap, but you scared to use it
You's a motherfuckin stunt
Lettin all your homies know you bought another gun
Suppose they pop the pack, yeah
Drop your dick in the dirt, they'll know exactly how to send it at ya
Tryin to work your way into the big clique
And that's the main reason young niggas die quick
Livin in this fast shit
And tryin to have a bad bitch
But what you niggas know about a bankroll?
Trickin off the money you made with them stank hoes
Think about it quick, quick
And raise up, bitch
Raise up, bitch
Raise up, bitch
Raise up, bitch
Now the niggas I run with are down brothers
And ready to die for a motherfucker
So when you wanna step, mate?
I'ma bust you dead in yo' ass with this twelve-gauge
I ain't your ordinary villain
Some niggas were born dyin, I was born killin
So gather up your army, G
Cause that's what it's gonna take to stop a nigga like me
Cause I'm comin at you full force, nigga
I hope you got some real niggas on the trigger
Cause I'll be rollin like a hustler
And since you got gats, you better use them, motherfuckers
Sparkin nines at a drastic pace
Takin orders from a motherfuckin basket case
So when my nine goes pop
Boy, you better shit or get yo' ass up off the pot
Listen to my Glock click
Now raise up, bitch
Raise up
Raise up, bitch
Raise up, bitch
Raise up, bitch
So niggas don't fuck with me
Cause I'ma run the whole ninety-motherfuckin-three
And the rest of the years to come
So bitches bring it on if you motherfuckers want some
And I'ma break you off a big piece
Cause niggas can't fuck with the big chief
Attention, motherfuckers, about face
Salute the one that the people call Scarface
Still quick to hit 'em up, quick to get 'em up
Quick to not give a fuck
Never bringin up false shit
I left the mic for a year, and I still ain't lost it
Still runnin 'em down, gunnin 'em down, yeah
Cause real niggas gonna clown
So put your clown on since you're bigger
And let me take care of my business, nigga
The bigger the nigga, the bigger the cap
The bigger the bullet, the bigger the fuckin gat
So step up with that ho shit
And I'ma empty the whole clip
Ain't no runnin like a rabbit
Cause I'ma let you motherfuckers have it
Let the motherfucker blast
And bring yo' hat to yo' motherfuckin ass
Cause niggas ain't true to it, you're new to it
And don't know what to do to it
But I ain't never had that kind of luck
If you're scared to bite the bullet, then raise the fuck up
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Writer(s): Brad Jordan, Joseph Johnson
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