Geto Boys Lyrics
"Do It Like It G.O."

Underground Master speaking
Yo D, what's up?
Just chillin' man, what's up?
Give them Geto Boys a ring, man
Hold 'em down

Hey
What's up J
What's up Will?
What's up now, what's up fellas?

Say fellas
I been kickin' a few lyrics in the back of my mind, man
And I'm tired of motherfuckers disrespecting us
Because we're black-owned and won't sell out
(Word)
So check this out
We need to get together
And go to that other level of the game
And do it like a G.O.

Say no more, J, we're on the telephone

We get them motherfuckers, man

I'm back like a rebel 'making trouble'
I'm an Assassin, kickin ass on the double
No motherfucker alive's gonna stop me
So fuck you and your goddamn posse

It's time to step on some motherfuckin toes
(Nah D!) Man, fuck them hoes
The East Coast ain't playin our songs
I want to know what the hell's goin on
Gimme my card, radio sucker
I'll kick your ass and take the motherfucker
Everybody know New York is where it began
So let the ego shit end

Black radio is being disowned
Not by the other race, but its own
A lot of bullshit records make hits
Because the radio is all about (politics)
Akshen is my identity, whoever you be
(Don't) (don't) (don't fuck with me)
My last go, the radio struck me with a low blow
Now I'm doin it like a G.O.

(Go, go, go, go, go)
(Let's make em an offer they can't refuse
(Go, go, go, go, go)
(You want to go to war? We'll take you to war, okay?)

Everybody's coming with guns
Niggas gettin' pimped by Columbians
They put 'em on the streets like a bitch
Nigga's slangin' but the Puerto-Rican gettin' rich
I never sold the mess
But if I did, it would be for my goddamn self
Can you adjust to the wholesale bust
Bushwick, tell these motherfuckers what's up

When will you stupid motherfuckers learn
In this game one way or another you get burned
You end up behind bars
Or lyin on your back in a motherfuckin' morgue
And your gal'll find another nigga
Cause the low-actin bitch ain't nothin' but a golddigger
I'll fuck her but my money is a no-no
(Why?) I'm a hoe so I do it like a G.O.

(Go, go, go, go, go)
(Let's make em an offer they can't refuse
(Go, go, go, go, go)
(You want to go to war? We'll take you to war, okay?)

Fucked up politics
Those tie-wearin bitches can suck my dick
They try to ban my style of teachin'
But freedom of speech allow me to keep speakin'
To the people about shit like racism
It's deep into the heart of the school system
Whites get more funds from the state
And this is why minorities learn so late

Some of us make it to college
And take a test to the highest degree with limited knowledge
Most of us won't pass the bitch
And those rotten-ass motherfuckers know this
I'm not Malcolm X or Farrakhan
After this one, I'll guess I'll have to pack a gun
So if you want to fuck with this brother
You better be ready, motherfucker
You're gonna have to G.O.

(Go, go, go, go, go)
(Let's make em an offer they can't refuse
(Go, go, go, go, go)
(You want to go to war? We'll take you to war, okay?)
[ Willie D ]
Willie D is not a biggot and he won't be
I just educate minds through reality
This ain't no motherfuckin' 'back to Africa'
Try to pull that shit, we'll have a massacre

Our ancestors were killed at will
Bought and sold like a used automobile
We fought back to exist
Now we're killin' one another, ain't that a bitch?

Ready Red, comin' at ya
Holdin' my ground like a motherfuckin' statue
You take nothin' from me, so stop trippin'
'less you want to take a motherfuckin' ass whippin'
Bitch, motherfuck the KKK
Wearin' dresses and shit, what the fuck, is they gay?

A colorblind society we'll never be
Unless we agree (in harmony)
To do it like a G.O.

Rap-A-Lot

Hey Jay, this is the President of White Owned Records
We see you're still survivin'
But wanted to ask you to keep your boys quiet
If you don't, we will
Or here's another alternative
We take 95% of your company and you take 5
And we'll make you famous for 15 years
It would take you lifetime by yourself
Because you know your people don't stick together
What you say about that, boy?

Man, fuck you
[ 'President of White Owned Records' ]
I would advise you not to talk to me like that, boy
Just who the hell you think you are anyway?

I'm Lil motherfuckin J
I ain'ts to be fucked with
And if you want to go to war, I'll take you to war