Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Felonies , by - Boyz N Da Hood. Release date: 20.06.2005
Song language: English
Felonies |
| What’s 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, before its over with |
| I’m rush me a nigga, before its over with |
| Duct tape me a nigga, before its over with |
| I’m bust me a nigga, before its over with |
| I’m sick & I’m tired of niggas asking bout mine |
| If I’m cockin' that iron, I’m telling you I’m sending them signs |
| I move fast forward I ain’t got no button to rewind |
| I react of instinct I ain’t stressing' no time |
| I came a long way from peddlin' rocks |
| Block recognized the gangsta & he up my stock |
| Showed me the recipe & other grams I copped |
| Home ain’t a home with outta arm & hammer box |
| Shit, Jeezy just be beeped on that cell |
| 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 ol' reppin' ass niggas a O. G |
| We use to rock flip-flops, tube socks with gold teeth |
| And 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 insane |
| I’m a street cat, shit you know I’m hard to tame |
| I’m a gangsta motherfucka if you ever seen one |
| Black fitted cap nigga & some Air Force One’s |
| Hey and I’m strapped so don’t set trip |
| .45 hit cha make your whole chest split |
| Sleepy Brown nigga I can’t wait |
| Fifty grand round my neck like bait |
| Hey and keep thinking its gravy |
| Everybody from my hood know Jeezy is crazy |
| And I ain’t playin' wit cha motherfuckers |
| Shoot both of y’all make y’all niggas blood brothers (that's righhht) |
| And I’m so sincere, I ain’t playing wit cha niggas this year |
| (Hey we gone rob dem Boyz n Da Hood) Bitch please |
| I’ll kill a mothafucker by Jody Breeze |
| Yeah nigga that’s the truth, by Big Dee Big Duke I’ll shoot |
| I’m telling you man I be rollin' on dem corner no Range no necklace man |
| Range Rover no rims left they neck in the pain |
| And put the silencer on the tip professional man |
| Pressure point blank like a sexual change |
| And split cha head down the middle like a sectional man |
| Hard blow to hard coat expose the four |
| Even though I tote gun I don’t 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 Mack 11 two rifle |
| Pistol, pumps, switch & knives |
| Pistol grips, smoked clips, nightsticks & players |
| No myth I’m him fucka get hypnotized |
| Now get killed in the mist we suggest you ride |
| Well I’m the youngest in the click boy try me like a bitch |
| And I’ll bet cha I’ll be the first to punch you in ya shit |
| Y’all niggas just talking, y’all niggas ain’t ready |
| Y’all niggas don’t want none of this |
| While y’all out spending 100's on your necks |
| Spending 100's on your wrist, spending 100's on your rims |
| I’m on the block spending 100's on bricks |
| Sending 100's to the J gotta 100 more fits |
| Fake niggas get killed round here |
| Its trill in the ville betta get it how you live |
| And if not cock back bust at cha cock suckers motherfucka in fact I will |
| Cause the niggas that I roll with and 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 |