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(Oh my goodness!) (Hit it) [ VERSE 1: Willie D ] Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict Somebody finna get they ass kicked If you ain't down with the Geto Boys Get your happy ass outta Dodge The rumors you heard ain't slander Willie D don't give a fuck about a goddamn bystander So when you see me clutch my fist Get out the way or get t-rolled, bitch I'm inclined to physically whip your ass But if you wanna blast Make a muthafuckin motion like you wanna reach And you gon' have a damn funeral next week From the hardest to the softest For me to beat a nigga down is a day at the office See, my appearance is so damn fly It makes em say, "Hm - he's a nice guy" So a nigga try to play me like a ho Oh-oh, oh shit, damn, that's a no-no I get dead on his ass, so when I'm strikin He bet no fall, or I'mma make his ass read these Nikes (Oh my goodness! x2) [ VERSE 2: Willie D ] You read these Nikes, cause you're fucked up, punk Here's the definition of gettin your ass stomped (I'm a nigga insane kickin ass extremely) So you weak-ass hoes keep dreamin Bushwick, can I get a witness? (Fuck yeah, Nyquil that sickness!) Yeah, and when I form this gesture Don't call mama, cause the bitch can't help ya Better yell for a paramedic Or somethin that nature, cause I'mma try to break ya Ass into muthafuckin particles Let's see if I can get you in a newspaper article To hell with emotions I don't stop till I cream a muthafucka like lotion Remorse - what the fuck is that? I beat your mama ass and go get a six-pack Gettin mild, I don't play that shit Fuck havin mercy on a goddamn bitch Nigga could be yo momma But if she fucks with me Her ass is gonna read these Nikes [ Bushwick Bill ] Yo D, I saw the way you stomped that muthafucka And left your trademark upside his head [ Will ] Yeah man, that was one of my off nights I usually leave the whole muthafuckin logo [ VERSE 3: Willie D ] I don't give a fuck who you hang with, trick Friends ain't shit when you're gettin your ass kicked But if your buddies wanna get in my mix Chop-chop ( *gunfire* ) yo, bitch It ain't nothin but a mere formality Every sucker muthafucka is a casualty I kick ass, you want evidence Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoeprint From muthafuckas done donated blood to the kid Now do you wanna make a bid? I didn't think so, cause I'd have yo Ass screamin just like a damn ho When I hit ya in your goddamn mouth And show you what a real nigga's all about When I dispose of your ass like waste And nothin but my shoe is in your muthafuckin face You're readin these Nikes Look at you now, muthafucka! (Oh shit!) Look at... (Oh! Aw, hold up, man Hold up, shit, aw, come on... Alright, man, alright, I quit, man I quit, alright - aw shit) ...fuck with me! (Oh man) (Hit it) [ VERSE 4: Willie D ] Here's an incident that got me sent to the slammer I'm at the club rappin to this yellowhammer This bitch was holy, severely cut So I'm rappin to her, right? To see if she'll fuck I never asked if she was taken, cause honestly That type of shit don't matter to me Just when we was leavin out the goddamn door Some trick-ass nigga fronted me bout the whore I let the fool file with a diss or two But the nigga kept pushin the goddamn issue So I pulled out the 9mm And bust his ass in the head, you could see the Blood gushin out his goddamn skull He played hisself, now his ass gettin drugged I was charged with aggravated assault But before I got off his ass ...I made him read these Nikes (Oh my goodness!)