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"Underground Master speakin'"
"Yo D, what's up?"
"Just chillin'"
"Give the rest a them Geto Boys a ring, man"
"OK, hold 'em down"
"Geto Boys"
"Hey"
"Hey what's happenin' J, what's up man?"
"Hey look, I got Willie D on the other end man"
"What's up Will?"
"What's up fellas, what's up now?"
"We just kickin' it, coolin'"
"Look here bro
I been kickin a few lyrics in the back of my mind man
And I'm tired of people disrespectin' us
Because we're black owned and won't sell out" "Word"
"So check this out
We need to get together
And go to that other level of the game
And do it like a G.O"
"Say no more, J, we're on the telephone, man
We get the message"
"Well, let's make 'em an offer they can't refuse"
I'm back like a rebel makin' trouble
I'm an assassin, kickin' ass on the double
No motherfucker alive's gonna stop me
So fuck you and your goddamn posse
It's time to step on some motherfuckin' toes
(Nah D!) Man, fuck them hoes!
The East Coast ain't playin our songs
I wanna know what the hell's goin on
Gimme my card, radio sucker
I'll kick your ass and take the motherfucker
Everybody know New York is where it began
So let the ego shit end
Black radio is being disowned
Not by the other race, but its own
A lot of bullshit records make hits
Because of who you know, cats doin' politics
Action is my identity, whoever you be
(Don't, don't, don't fuck with me)
My last go, the radio struck me with a low blow
Now I'm doin it like a G.O
(Go, go, go, go, go)
(Let's make 'em an offer they can't refuse)
(Go, go, go, go, go)
(You wanna go to war? We'll take you to war, okay?)
Everybody's coming wit' guns
**** gettin pimped by Colombians
They put 'em on the streets like a bitch
****'s slangin' but the Puerto Rican gettin' rich
I never sold the mess
But if I did, it would be for my goddamn self
Can you adjust to the wholesale bust?
Bushwick, tell these motherfuckers what's up
When will you stupid motherfuckers learn
In this game one way or another you get burned
You end up behind bars
Or lyin' on your back in a motherfuckin morgue
And your girl'll find another ****
'Cause the low actin bitch ain't nothin' but a gold digga
I'll fuck her but my money is a no-no (Why?)
I'm a ho, so I do it like a G.O
(Go, go, go, go, go)
(Let's make em an offer they can't refuse)
(Go, go, go, go, go)
(You wanna go to war? We'll take you to war, okay?)
Fucked up politics
Those tie wearin' bitches can suck my dick
They try to ban my style and teachin'
But freedom of speech allow me to keep speakin' to the people
About shit like racism
It's deep into the heart of the school system
Whites get more funds from the state
And this is why minorities learn so late
Some of us make it to college
And take a test to the highest degree with limited knowledge
Most of us won't pass the bitch
And those rotten ass motherfuckas know this
I'm not Malcolm X or Farrakhan
After this one, I'll guess I'll have to pack a gun
So if you wanna fuck with this brother
You better be ready, motherfucker
You're gonna have to
(Go, go, go, go, go)
(Let's make em an offer they can't refuse)
(Go, go, go, go, go)
(You wanna go to war? We'll take you to war, okay?)
Willie D is not a bigot and he won't be
I just educate minds through reality
This ain't no motherfuckin' back to Africa
Try to pull that shit, we'll have a massacre
Our ancestors were killed at will
Bought and sold like a used automobile
Will it happen again to my color?
(Never again motherfuckas)
Ready Red, comin at ya
Holdin' my ground like a motherfuckin statue
You take nothin from me, so stop trippin'
'Less you wanna take a motherfuckin' ass whippin'
Bitch, motherfuckin' KKK
Wearin' dresses and shit
What the fuck, are they gay?
A colorblind society we'll never be
Unless we agree
And do it like a G.O
"Rap-A-Lot"
"Say Jay, this is the President of White Owned Records
I see you're still survivin'
But you have to keep your Willie D and them Geto boys quiet
If you don't, then we will
Or here's another alternative now
We take 95% of your company and you take 5
And we'll make you famous within ten years
It'd take you a lifetime by yourself
'Cause you know colored people don't stick together
Now what you think about that, boy?"
"Man, fuck you"
"Now I would advise you not to talk to me like that
Just who the hell you think you are anyway?"
"They call me Lil J
I ain'ts to be played with
And if you wanna go to war, I'll take you to war"
Written by: Scarface