What? - Lyrics - Geto Boys

[Willie D] *** ***, you! I put a hole in yo' head big enough to drive a truck through Buck you gon' see some red *** Cause I'ma whoops upside yo' head, ***! Hungry for war, heart palpitate, I salivate I want you cocksuckin *** to retaliate We don't gives a *** bout what you tryin to stress I'll have them folks cuttin a *** Y in yo' chest [Bushwick Bill] I'm dyin to wet, any ***, that *** with Chuck Cause you know I'm gonna chuckle when I *** him up I'ma act a fool, if anybody clowns I'm in and out of jail like my homey Bobby Brown Homey I'm down, just call your *** Chuck I'll help you roll around, and shoot these *** up Then it's back to the cut for some drinkin and pissin 'Face tell these *** how we livin (the unforgiven) [Scarface] How many times do a *** gotta ride on you stupid *** 'fore you realize I don't give a *** about nuttin (nuttin) guns cocked bustin (bustin) Whole click shot up, mob style, wasn't concerned about questions cause I ain't got answers *** we don't talk to police, *** Chandler This *** scandalous, these hoes want us Cause we supply this *** to yo' hood on each corner They came back on 'em, y'all can't stop us Tried to set me up wit yo' system but can't pop 'em And that's my problem, you see a *** outted For juicin confidential informers, I squeeze it out him I take my sawed off, aim it at your Dodge *** And *** everybody that *** was in the car with I'm tired of bein misprinted, misspelled, misquoted *** the magazine and the punk or the *** who wrote it [Chorus: x2] What? What? What? What? *** it's the law - *** I don't give a *** fool What? What? What? What? This is for my dawgs, I'ma light this *** up [Willie D] I hit the block with that calico, bustin at yo' back hoe I'ma spit, you gon' ***, I'm the man, you the *** *** matters when and where you scheduled to fight *** with Willie D I'll bust yo' *** head to the white [Bushwick Bill] Cops ain't about *** Want us to walk the straight and narrow when they crooked like dicks They steal and they lie, they snort up their nose They drink and they drive and they beat up on their hoes So what you got the fingerprints, I left 'em on purpose I don't care about the guns and the german shepards Spray pepper in my face, I'ma shoot you trick It's Geto Boys, we don't play that *** in Houston *** [Chorus 1/2] [Willie D] This is for my *** up in Texas, New York, Florida Killa Cali, Indiana, Illinois, Georgia Tennessee, Mississippi, Baltimo', D.C. Louisiana, Alabama, Kentucky and C-T Arkansas, Kansas, Carolinas, Jersey Michigan, Oklahoma, Seattle, Tacoma The *** gettin harassed by the laws in Mexico Missouri, Arizona, Virginia, and Ohio Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, Colorado, *** excuses Nevada, Idaho, Bill O'Reilly you da hoe *** what you said I'm bout my bread *** what you said I'm bout my bread I do this *** until I'm dead I do this *** until I'm dead