Geto Boys - 1 2 The 3 Lyrics

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Yo let's do it

We gon' do this one

Let the beat ride for a minute though

Will him in the house from the town

Facemob in this bitch 'bout to tear shit down

Uh-huh yeah there it is yeah

Still the truth in the game ain't a damn thing changed

Prone to tote heat up and then shoot flames

Double the o.g. of a deuce thug thang

Bitches who know me know how i do dames

Still fuckin' with james we roll in this shit hard

I locked up the south he locked the fifth ward

Loaded and cocked i'm known to be a block bleeder

Known to get paper and i ain't fin' to stop neither

I got ferrari's drive porches and shit

Ranch got horses golf courses and shit

Eat shrimp steak crab raw oysters and shit

And still fuck around with all my boys in the bricks

International nigga i been in and out the states

Kingston brazil bitches feedin' me grapes

I can cut it and bake all i need is some soda a plate

A microwave pyrex and a cake

You can get it how you want it what i'm spittin' is free

I don't need to hold in court what i can hold in the streets

Niggaz know how i was raised so ain't no question in these

Consequences you gon' face when niggaz fuckin' with me

One for the niggaz wanna cross me up

Two for the bitches wanna toss me up

Three for the people tryin' to get my mail

Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up

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Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine

Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime

Six for the suckers who ain't got no game

That's a goddamn shame that's why he hatin' on mine

From the north to the south i don't need no passes

You bitches get out of line i'ma bleed yo' asses

Look man i ain't the huffin' puffin' type

I'ma put that pistol in your motherfuckin' life

Mayor can i call my crib i be gettin' them greens

Fuckin' the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans

Take an interest in politics shoppin' and van gogh

Shoot a motherfucker up and then go vote

They say variety is the spice of life

So we'll fuck the black broads and lay pipe to the whites

Puerto ricans and latinos japs and filipinos

What is y'all trippin fo'? pussy is pussy

I ain't gotta come where you live to shoot you in your sleep

I know niggaz in yo' hood that'll do you for me

Youse a bitch-made pussy born with no nutsac

I'm a motherfuckin' stand up cat that's on the one

One for the niggaz wanna cross me up

Two for the bitches wanna toss me up

Three for the people tryin' to get my mail

Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up

Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine

Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime

Six for the suckers who ain't got no game

That's a goddamn shame that's why he hatin' on mine

Spot a fine-ass bitch and i'm scoopin' her up

You can sleep on me nigga if you're stupid enough

But i'll be standin' in your bed receivin' hate from your woman

You could bust in but not while i'm cummin'

'cause i'm cummin' everywhere in her hair on her face

On her earring even on the motherfuckin' ceiling

Keep it playa with a playa let me get my nut

After that you could kill the bitch i don't give a fuck

Yes indeed chuck smoke good weed

If it ain't hydro get the fuck out the do'

You niggaz drink a few shots and your faculty slow

I down the whole fuckin' bottle like it's h2o

Got the heart and the steel and the will to bust

I'm the little big man with the big ol' nuts

Don't fuck with bitch-mades too real for that

Got the fame and the name but i still will jack nigga

One for the niggaz wanna cross me up

Two for the bitches wanna toss me up

Three for the people tryin' to get my mail

Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up

Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine

Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime

Six for the suckers who ain't got no game

That's a goddamn shame that's why he hatin' on mine

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