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| Geto Boys Miscellaneous Geto Fantasy I used to watch T.V and see the superstars Three story mansions and fancy cars Now picture that a Geto Boy walking that life G Coming up in a house full of negativity Everybody drinking everybody smoking Everybody cussin' and fussin' like hell I'm hopin' That I can raise up outta this mess I'm too damn young to be distressed and oh yes I went and got what I thought was mine Did the crime the time and a mother fucker didn't whine But fuck that shit the jailhouse ain't for me I got places to go and people to see Wanna make millions and live to see my grandchildren That's the mother fucking dream that I'm building Anybody ain't with that can step the fuck back It's 41 for the poor one never cries I used to dream about getting that cash And buy my mamma a crib and I did before she passed The good life has no equivalent It ain't a fantasy no more because I'm living it (Chorus x 2) Geto fantasies I don't live here any more Oh no no no geto fantasy He said he'd open opportunities But to me ain't no open opportunities So shut your Mickey D's down in my communities Cos it ain't helping feed me or my family And that's the reala And you can give a twelve gauge to a nigga Ain't got scrilla And now you got a born killer Cap peela And while you build your penitentiaries for my children I plant seeds for my children So when they cross these roads you'll be prepared And never show no respect to these hoes that never cared for Plus they only come around to the black folks When they run they campaign and they lack votes Once you vote em in they don't know Once you vote em in they can't do jack for you I guess it's true when they tell me you don't fight fair You turn my ghetto into a seething messy nightmare (Chorus x 2) Geto days keep ghetto thoughts relevant But geto ways make murder imprevalent You feel me? I been through many geto episodes all the same When will niggas learn to use they mind and maintain See you're always on the defense Relying on your street sense I told you once to use them sense to make dollars Bot to make a mother holler That hard shit's kind a hard to swallow Tomorrow there'll be more killings in the hood From child abuse to drug dealings it ain't good They want to see us stuck Shit out of luck Can't nobody ever say I didn't try to give a fuck Cos I did and I do The rest is up to you No matter what you do to your hood stay true And you'll make it Can't nobody take it Geto fantasies become realities if you don't let em shake it (Chorus x 5) |
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