Nowwwwwwwwwwww

You been lost your style, and your lyrics are foul

Yo you wannabe a bro, then let us show you how

Sucker frezer, party pleaser, not a bit of the whack

And Ready Red never lacks, because he's right and exact

He'll strip, and let it rip, so all you suckers start puffin

We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin





We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin



Al Capone ran Chicago, and we run rap

And like a sniper, we'll wipe ya, right off of the map

You're nothin more than confetti, you run with the wind

You wanna rumble with the mighty you can never pretend

To all you sap suckers out huffin, and puffin

We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin





We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin



Ready Red's our musician, me and Box are the writers

We're tearin down the place, like kung-fu fighters

Cause I'm fast, to give the party a boost

Kickin ass, like his oriental homeboy Bruce

So to all you imitators, who's only good for bluffin

Compared to the Geto Boys you ain't nothin





Cause we're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin





You rappers on the wax may say we're intruders

We're the future millionaires, what you say, ente-pe-neuters

Now Red's the gold digger, fast on the trigger

To keep you off his girly cause she's got a def figure

Jealousy's written, all over your face

Because you know - the Geto Boys are takin over the place

We're showin off a little bit because we're in that position

Braggin on our jockey because he's back on a mission

We're rulin - and schoolin - all you hip-hop clowns

Hope you've heard and observed all our super def sounds

And one day, you may be the one to be protestin

Compared to the Geto Boys, you ain't nothin





We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin



Boy to me you're mere dirt, that I sweep off the ground

Nothing's bad, but your breath, so comprehend to the sound

I'm criticizing you're despisin, the way I rock

It's not before cause you're the weakest faggot on your block

Right back in your mouth weak rhymes we'll stuff it

We're the Geto Boys, and you, you ain't nothin