Artist: Geto Boys f/ Big Mike, Mr. 3-2 (Convicts) Album: Greatest Hits (Disc One) Song: Straight G-ing AKA Straight Gangsterism Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com * The LP version for this song features two verses by Big Mike and one by his group-mate from Convicts Mr. 3-2, and was released as a single to boost Big Mike's popularity as a member of the Geto Boys replacing Willie D. But to avoid the confusion amongst fans and so as to improve promotion, Both the video version and the radio edition adds a fourth verse by Scarface. [Intro: Big Mike] Ummm, yeah, I take y'all way back [Verse One: Big Mike] Seven years old, I'm looking up to the gangsters in the hood Cause to me and my cousins, yeah, they represented good Even when we played cops and robbers on the block Nobody wanted to play the cop, dig it? Cause the cop was a pussy-ass bitch And if you played the cop nigga, you got your ass kicked! I was a curious child I used to hang out by the ballroom, and study the gangster style The way they talk, the way they walk, the way they act The way they wore that gangster hat Tilted, rim laid flat out Now, that's the type a shit I'm talking about Yeah, cigarette in one hand, drink in the other Leaning to one side, cooler than a motherfucker With them gangster-ass nicknames Gillie Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Goldie and Little Lane True motherfucking mack daddies Bitch on the side, driving the '73 caddy With a chrome plated 3-5-7 Ready to send a motherfucker on a stairway to heaven I was fascinated, yeah I let them influence me, and my mama hate it But she still gave me love! Cause my mama understood, that it was in my blood See, it was a cycle And in the few more years she wouldn't have to worry about her Michael Cause I'll be making my own decisions Yeah, coming up fast, clocking cash, straight Gangsterism [Break #1: Big Mike] Yeah! HUH! On and On and On and On and On Yeah! break it down HUH! like that, like that, yeah! [Verse Two: Big Mike] Now it's '93, I got a name for myself Made a little wealth, played the cards I was dealt Didn't go for self, now I'm a G HUH! and every motherfucking body know me Niggaz in the hood, all got love Cause they saw me raised up from a motherfucking scrub And whores that I know, from way back before They used to say No! - all wanna go to the hotel Cause they claim that they interested And everybody talking about the shit that they wish they did But I surpassed all that They used to wanna know if I was down, now they don't ask all that Cause they're believing what they're seeing A young nigga coming up fast, yeah, straight G-ing [Break #2: Big Mike] HUH! yeah! On and On and On Yeah! HUH! like that y'all And I'm waiting back [Verse Three: Mr. 3-2] Sitting back as a youngster, peeping out my folks Some were straight G's and some went not smoking dope I had to cope with it, be a man and stay strong Even though some folks, didn't think that I'd live long I watch grandpa, shoot dice at the liquor store Getting licks in the dough on Ju Man and Big Joe Walking out the door, with a gallon of Jack Selling straight Sess buds cause back then there wasn't no crack A matter fact, to this day I'm doing shit like grandpa in every way I got my hustle on loc, I ain't fronting Just a young nigga in this world trying to have something Yeah! that's the environment I know That's how I was raised and that's how I'ma go I don't know, will I ever be a cell mate! But I do know, I'm never going straight, Gangsterism [Break #3: Mr. 3-2] Yeah (*Toke*) really though (*Toke*) 3-2 in the motherfucking house though (*Toke*) Down with the motherfucking GBs (*Toke*) And y'all gonna hear the original Big Baby, really though (*Toke*) In the motherfucking nine to the tray deuce! I know you heard that Big Baby (*Toke*) yeah (*Toke*) We got Seag' in the motherfucking house though from Oakland (*Toke*) Yeah, we got Big Mike yeah, ha ha, Fattey Hattey Yeah, ha ha, we got Big Chief and Lee Jay Really though (*Toke*) say Big Baby, look at Mike Dean Ha ha ha, you're fucking bitch! Ha ha ha, really though, Bido in the motherfucking house Yeah, my nigga Face and Bill (*Toke*) Really though, they can't fade the South shit though (*Toke*) I know; they can't fade it though, I'm outta this beeyotch! [Verse Four: Scarface] I wore my trench coat in school with my gangster hat This is old school gaming where the gangsters at Bumping Parliament on my eight-track Or Marvin Gaye's Greatest Hits for the gangster tracks My pops made licks so he brought me weed I follow right behind him with my parsley seeds I've been around the game since the age of eight I had to get it on cause there's money to make Yo, I hit a lick back in eighty nine I guess the art of making money must've stayed in mind Yo, cause I just couldn't stop it So everything I'm buying now, I'm buying now to make a larger profit And you can squash that broke situation Cause big time hustling, is my everyday occupation Early to bed and early to rise I'm money hungry, yo, and you can see it my eyes I heard them say: All money ain't good, man But I don't see like that, it all spend the same But sometimes I gotta get what I ain't getting So I come to this; Straight Gangsterism