Geto Boys - Dyin Wit'cha Boots On lyrics

Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards down

Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now

These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these niggas

Simply cause these niggas got bank accounts that's bigga

I just can't get no peace from u motherfuckin rollers

Everytime I pull my Benz or what watch cha pull me over

I'm sick of motherfuckers who be checkin Whitey's coke tip

Blacker than a motherfucker, sweat me bout` dope sip

Niggas just take your cut and get yo ass out my face

The only thing you probably get from me is a cock sucking pistol case

Unless you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my shit

Just because you ain't got shit, bitch

Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure

That they can fuck with a million dolla nigga

They got u mixed up, fixed up in the Segas, shookin Indo

Getting fucked up in the gank hole

The only way you'll whip that motherfucker is when you whip that

Motherfucker

And we choke the motherfucker (Me Stuck the motherfucker!)

So when you hear my song and wanna get it on

You better come prepared motherfucker. You dyin wit cha boots on.

Chorus: Put your foot in my shit and let me try on your hood

Dyin wit cha boots on

Put your foot in my shit and let me try on your hood

Yeah

Interlude(prison guard talkin' to inmate):

Guard: Do you know how many years you're facin inside?

25 to life and that's on the real

So you better snitch on your partner

Inmate: Fuck that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself.

Niggas getting caught, doin time so they snitchin

They pickin niggas up on funky suspicion

We'll be goin down for some questionin we think

And end up gettin hit wit the fuckin kitchen sink

Rackteer and laundering, Kingpin wondering

If they got some unsolved murders then give them some of them

Just because we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter

We sell each other albums, start frattin our partners

They start bringin up shit that happened back in 85

And then comes the largest jury bitch they fuckin time

You might as well play the state

Cos you come to day for day

And sellin out your homeboys ain't the shit

Cos ya'll gon have to die in this bitch, bitch

Lobbin wit cha white suit on

And dyin wit cha motherfuckin boots on

Put ya foot in my shit and let me try on ya hood