Geto Boys — Read These Nikes

[Intro] (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 out of 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 motherfucking 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, "Hmm, he's a nice guy" So, a nigga try to play me like a ho Uh-oh, oh shit, damn, that's a no-no I get dead on his ass, so when I'm striking He better no fall, or I'mma make his ass read these Nikes [Interlude] (Oh, my goodness) (Oh, my goodness) [Verse 2: Willie D & Bushwick Bill] You read these Nikes 'cause you've fucked up, punk Here's the definition of getting your ass stomped Another nigga insane, kicking ass extremely So you weak-ass hoes, keep dreaming 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 you Better yell for a paramedic Or something of nature 'Cause I'ma try to break your ass into motherfucking particles And see if I can get you in a newspaper article To hell with emotions I don't stop 'til I cream a motherfucker like lotion Remorse, what the fuck is that? I'll beat your mama ass and go get a six-pack Getting it mild, I don't play that shit Fuck having mercy on a goddamn bitch Nigga, it could be your mama But if she fucks with me, her ass is gonna read these Nikes [Interlude: Bushwick Bill & Willie D] Yo, D, I saw the way you stomped that motherfucker and left your trademark upside his head Yeah man, that was one of my off nights I usually leave the whole motherfucking logo [Verse 3: Willie D] I don't give a fuck who you hang with, trick Friends ain't shit when you're getting your ass kicked But if your buddies wanna get in my mix Chop-chop, (*Gunfire*), yeah, bitch It ain't nothing but a mere formality Every sucker motherfucker is a casualty I kick ass, you want evidence? Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoeprint From motherfuckers that donated blood to the kid Now, do you wanna make a bid? I didn't think so 'Cause I'd have your ass screaming just like a damn ho When I hit you in your goddamn mouth And show you what a real nigga's all about When I dispose of your ass like waste And nothing but my shoe is in your motherfucking face You're reading these Nikes [Interlude: Willie D] (Oh, shit) Look at you now (Oh, shit), motherfucker (Oh) Look at you (Oh, man) I told you not to fuck-fuck with me (Alright, man, I quit) But you had the cour-courage to try something, motherfucker (I quit) Don't fuck with me (Oh shit, oh, man) (Hit it) [Verse 4: Willie D] Here's an incident that got me sent to the slammer I'm at the club, rapping to this yellowhammer This bitch was holy, severely cut So I'm rapping 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 leaving out the goddamn door Some trick-ass nigga fronted me 'bout the whore I let the fool fly with a diss or two But the nigga kept pushing the goddamn issue So I pulled out the nine millimeter And bust his ass in the head, you could see the Blood gushing out his goddamn skull He played his self, now his ass getting drugged I was charged with aggravated assault But before I got off his ass, I made him read these Nikes [Outro: Willie D] (Oh, my goodness) Read these Nikes (Motherfucker)