Felonies lyrics

Song information

Artist: Boyz N Da Hood
Album: Boyz N Da Hood

Lyrics

Felonies (2005)
Boyz in da hood

[Hook]
Whats up with partner, where he live, where he stay at
Where the ice, where the bread, where the yay at?
I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz
Everyone of them got felonies man!
I'm slap me a nigga, befoe its over with
I'm rush me a nigga, befoe its over with
Duct tape me a nigga, befoe its over with
I'm bust me a nigga, befoe its over with

[Duke]
I'm sick & I'm tired of niggas always asking bout mines
If I'm cockin that iron, I'm telling you I'm sending them signs
Im movin fast forward I aint got no button to rewind
I react of instinct I aint stressin no time
I came a long way from peddlin rocks
Block recognized the gansta steady upped my stock
Showed me the recipe & upped the grams I copped
A home ain't a home withoutta arm & hammer box
Shit, jeezy just be beeped on the celly
Got them pre-teen numbers I like, like r.kelly (i got that work nigga)
Lotta niggas they be claimin the spot
But we the only ones that still represent it like mascots
So ask not why my attitude is shitty
Step aside while a real nigga move the city, huh
From my block to your block niggas know me
They know that ole reppin ass niggas a o.g
Used to rock flip-flops, tube socks with gold teeth
& a flip flop crease with gold shoes on all they feet
Please believe we ain't playing no games
But I will take a charge if you try to drive my lane
Plus I gotta donkey dick to drive the broads in sane
I'm a street cat, so you know I'm hard to tame

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[Young jeezy]
I'm a gangsta mutha fucka if you ever seen one
Black fitted cap nigga & some air force one's
Hey & I'm strapped so dont set trip
.45 hitcha make your whole chest split
Sleepy brown nigga I cant wait
Fifty grand round my neck like bait
Hey & keep thinking its gravy
Everybody from my hood know jeezy is crazy
& I ain't playin witcha mother fuckers
Shoot both of yall make yall niggas blood brothers (thats righhht)
& I'm so sincere, I ain't playing witcha niggas this year
(Hey we gone rob dem boyz n da hood) bitch please
I'll kill a mutha fucka by jody breeze
Yeah nigga thats the truth, by big gee big duke I'll shoot

[Hook] 1x

[Big gee]
I'm telling you man I be rollin on da corner no range no necklace man
Range rover no rims left they neck in da pain
& put the silencer on the tip professional man
Pressure point blank like a sexual change
& splitcha head down the middle like a sectional man
Hard blow to hard coat exspose the four
Even though I tote guns I dont rob no more
Now here I go on the patio with a flat head screwdriver
Prying on the side door in a gat proof suit liner
Calm but I'm wide open they act I'm do something
Quite its going down on em with a mac 11 two rifle
Pistol, pumps, switch & knives
Pistol grips, smoked clips, nighsticks & plyers
No myth I'm him fucka get hypnotized
Now get killed in da mist we suggest you ride

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[Jody breeze]
Well I'm the youngest in the click but
Try me like a bitch & I'll betcha I'll be the first to punch you in ya shit
Yall niggas just talk, yall niggas aint ready
Yall niggas dont want none of dis
While yall out spending 100's on your necks
Spending 100's on your wrist, spending 100's on your rims
I'm on da block spending 100's on bricks
Sending 100's to the j gotta 100 more fits
Fake niggas get killed round here
Its real in the feild betta get it how you live
& if not cock back bust atcha cock suckas mutha fucka in fact I will
Cause the niggas that I roll with,blow dro with
Fuck hoes with they outta control
Realer in bumpin chevy's with mac 11's holdin it steady
Ready to put seven up in your belly boy

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