point of no return lyrics – buzzcocks

g.b. ha ha youknowhati’msayin’? geto boys in the house for the 1-9-9-6.
(g.b.) (x16)

what if i learn to work your beat
and f*ck with you in the ways that you f*ck with me
and underline all y’all downfalls for ya
catch you f*ckin’ up and bring the pound down on ya
infect your neighbborhood with this drug called hate
ish out your income and control y’all fate
provide you motherf*ckers with this sh*t that look cool
and price it outta range to keep your *ss outta school
you don’t work you don’t eat you don’t eat you don’t sleep
and then i got your *ss apon these motherf*ckin’ streets
poising your own breed turning you from jesus
get you out your faith and hit your *ss with diseases
and now you can’t reproduce there goes your children
don’t worry about you dying slow i’m a get to killin’
and shot up your motherf*ckin’ dreams fromt he jump
and hold you in the penitentiary like a punk
but you can’t do sh*t unless a motherf*cker tell ya
you ain’t a motherf*ckin’ man n*gg*yous a failure
you wonder why i hate cha and i paint this picture?
cause the government is f*cked up and i ain’t that n*gg*
so you can point the fingers at the motherf*ckin’ press
cause they be feeding me with all the sh*t that i address
it ain’t my motherf*ckin’ fault n*gg*s ain’t learnin’
we in too deep and ain’t no returnin’

willie d:
willie d is my motherf*ckin’ name
lettin’ you hoes know is my motherf*ckin’ game
you got a problem with the way i drop my bloww
bring it to the g to the motherf*ckin’ e to the o
i’m a let you hoes know the deal
you can’t f*ck with will, face and bill
i got n*gg*s fully strapped with lots of nuts
and n*gg*s in the back of ridah trucks
do i give a f*ck about america? (f*ck no!)
call me a patriot b*tch i’m a buck yo, *ss
right up your motherf*ckin’ sh*t creek
she got some negativity with willie d
well then let the b*tch be

in the begining motherf*ckers pack straps
puttin’ they eyes on any motherf*ckers back
you got out of line they hit your *ss with the gat
let you die where you lay and left your *ss for the rats
thats how it was and i can see it all again motherf*ckers goin’ crazy
like they did when i was ten
i’m goin’ through the same sh*t that my daddy went through when he was 22
now who, the f*ck to blame for the condition that we in
pursue the game or end up back up off my sh*t again
it’s kind of easy how we make your choice
we go to ghetto tactic labratorites providing?
well anyways that’s how i seen it then
but now i realize white collar criminals had to bring it in
and now i go against my own kind
with the mentallity that these n*gg*s been after me a long time
and if i’m caught up then i’m outta here
but if you caught up you outta here
and then you wonder what we learned while we’ve been trapped here
we figured out how to adapt here

willie d:
edgar hoovar i wwish you wasn’t dead
so i could put a bullet in your motherf*ckin’ head
godd*mn f*ggot motherf*ckin’ drag queen
i know you put the hit on martin luther king
and fred hampton, malcom and the others
you red neck punk motherf*cker
bob dole keep you motherf*ckin’ mouth shut
before a n*gg* beat your old *ss up
jumpin’ on the rap bandwagon ain’t helpin’ it
you need to be concerned about the motherf*ckin’ deficit
i’m the type of n*gg* throw a party when the flag burn
i’m at the point of no return

/ buzzcocks lyrics