still dead - geto boys lyrics
[verse 1: willie d]
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 m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still
[bushwick bill]
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!
[scarface]
i think my mind just goes outta control
and judge your subjects m*th*f*ckas read about
i touch on the sh*t that they be leavin’ out
i seen this m*th*f*cka’s 9 smokin’
i seen the same n*gga with the 9 die with his еyes open
and simply what this means is
hе didn’t know that every dog had his day
until he seen his
i bet you m*th*f*ckas will too
because it’s “die m*th*f*cka, die m*th*f*cka!” still, fool
[hook: scarface and willie d]
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still fool
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still fool
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still fool
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still
i..i.. (“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still fool)
i think it’s something in the water man
it’s just gotta be in the water
[verse 2: bushwick bill]
aw, f*ck! chuck’s on a k!lling spree again
with guillotines for men
i walk around town with a frown on my face
f*ck the whole world, finna catch a murder case
the murder rate
[scarface]
may increase if you’re caught up in the world
while it’s dyin’, i guarantee you’re fryin’ ’cause i am
on the verge of knocking m*th*f*ckas out for no reason
once i get down there’ll be no breathin’ it seems when
m*th*f*ckas wanna calm down, put his palm down
seems i gots to lay the law down
now it’s on pow what you wanna do? i’m askin’ you
[willie d]
step to face i’ll break your ass in two, b*st*rd you
rather swim in some f*ckin’ hot tar
before you f*ck with willie d ’cause what i got for
your ass will make your sh*t your meal
’cause it’s “die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still
[hook: scarface and willie d]
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still fool
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still fool
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still fool
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still fool
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still
[verse 3: scarface]
how many n*ggas brought they irons tonight? (tell me)
how many n*ggas 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
[willie d]
n*ggas be all up in my mug
but it’s a different story when them m*th*f*ckas 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
[bushwick bill]
n*ggas be shootin’ the gift like they for real
but when it jumps, they ain’t got no murder sk!lls
so bill just chops ’em down, watch ’em fall
and cut they ass head to toe, jaw to jaw
[willie d]
draw down, i bet your b*tch ass holla
’cause i’mma put a hole in your head
the size of a half a dollar
f*ck around and get your cap peeled ’cause this is
“die m*th*f*cka, die m*th*f*cka!” (k!ll)
[hook: scarface and willie d]
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still fool
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still fool
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still fool
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still fool
“die m*th*f*ckas, die m*th*f*ckas!” still
[chorus: toecutta]
you’re invited to the orgy of the dead
in the grave making love to your severed head
getting deepthroat, brains on the end of my d*ck [?]
got murder on my mind when i m*st*rbate
in the orgy of the dead
in the grave jerking off with a severed hand
i got a smile on my face when you gag as i urinate
got p*ssy on my breath when i mutilate
in the orgy of the dead
in the graveyard with a severed head
getting deepthroat, brains on the end of my c*ck inflamed
f*ck the dead ’till i gag and ej*cul*te
on the bodies of the dead
in the grave, violate your remains like i’m a nutcase
blood on the shovel and pit
your b*tches get covered in p*ss and sh*t
[verse 4: toecutta]
i’m f*cking sniffin’ at ya open wounds
i’m aroused as i’m [?] to ya [?] entombed
in the [?] aromas of the broken wound
my erected c*ck stiffens as i howl at the moon
playing with the dead f*cked flesh
but i feel the leathery flesh rub against my chest
i’m undressed, covered in the stench of death
it’s better than s*x, i like to smell their breath
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