Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still, artist - Geto Boys. Album song The Resurrection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Still |
Geto Boys |
Geto Boys |
Still… |
Kill… |
Still… |
Kill… |
Back up in your ass with the resurrection |
It’s the group harder than an erection |
That shows no affection |
They wanna ban us on Capitol Hill |
Cause it’s «Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still |
All along it was the Geto, nothing but the Geto |
Taking short steps one foot at a time and keep my head low |
And never let go |
Cause if I let go |
Then I’ll be spineless |
I’m going insane! |
I think my mind just goes outta control |
And judge your subjects muthafuckas read about |
I touch on the shit that they be leavin' out |
I seen this muthafucka’s 9 smokin' |
I seen the same nigga with the 9 die with his eyes open |
And simply what this means is |
He didn’t know that every dog had his day |
Until he seen his |
I bet you muthafuckas will too |
Because its «Die muthafucka, die muthafucka!» |
still, fool |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still fool |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still fool |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still fool |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still |
I.I. |
(«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» still fool) |
I think it’s something in the water man |
It’s just gotta be in the water |
Awwww Fuck! |
Chuck’s on a killing spree again |
With guillotines for men |
I walk around town with a frown on my face |
Fuck the whole world, finna catch a murder case |
The murder rate |
May increase if your caught up in the world |
While it’s dyin', I guarantee your fryin' cause I am |
On the verge of knocking muthafuckas out for no reason |
Once I get down there’ll be no breathin' it seems when |
Muthafuckas wanna calm down, put his palm down |
Seems I gots to lay the law down |
Now its on pow whatchu wanna do? |
I’m askin' you |
Step to face I’ll break your ass in two, bastard you |
Rather swim in some fuckin' hot tar |
Before you fuck with Willie D cause what I got for |
Your ass will make your shit your meal |
Cause it’s «Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still fool |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still fool |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still fool |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still fool |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still |
How many niggas brought they irons tonight? |
(Tell me) |
How many niggas wanna ride tonight? |
(I do) |
Pick out our victims when the time is right |
We get they ass up off the corner cause they dyin' tonight |
Niggas be all up in my mug |
But it’s a different story when them muthafuckas coughing up blood |
When he died, looking in his eyes, was he as he cried |
I bust another cap in his ass and he died, time is 5 |
Niggas be shootin' the gift like they for real |
But when it jumps, they ain’t got no murder skills |
So Bill just chops 'em down, watch 'em fall |
And cut they ass head to toe, jaw to jaw |
Draw down, I bet your bitch ass holla |
Cause I’mma put a hole in your head |
The size of a half a dollar |
Fuck around and get your cap peeled cause this is |
«Die muthafucka, die muthafucka!» |
(Kill) |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still fool |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still fool |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still fool |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still fool |
«Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!» |
still |