Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jealous, artist - Nefarious
Date of issue: 28.02.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jealous |
Nigga |
While you do this shit for fun |
I do this shit on wax |
Getting paid for my raps on my income tax |
Stack G’z, shippin CD’s nationwide |
California to Alaska |
New York to Nebraska |
Ride, when it’s necessary |
Otherwise I’m at the record company flirtin with the secretary |
That shit you speakin on is obsolete |
Irrelevant issues |
You a wannabe |
And your crew is softer than some Kleenex tissues |
Me next to you is like Mike Jordan next to Mugsy Bogues |
You mug me rollin in Buggy cuz we rollin Vogues |
Jealous fellas must be hatin it cuz I’m havin mine |
Yo animosity got me knowin I have to have a nine |
And half the time I paccs mac with two Gloccs |
I sport a vest, fucc that shit they did to 2pac |
Don’t take it off for shit when I’m in a foreign land |
And can’t no white Lac creep up on my Caravan |
When you the man you gotta roll with major ussalama |
You never know who’s plottin |
Be ready for the drama |
And recognize when you slip you slide till you die |
By homicide, when they got the element of surprise |
Open your eyes and it’ll infect you like so poison ivy |
Have you in an ICU connected to an IV |
Lungs collapse perhaps it was premeditated |
Then niggas hated cuz I’m Raided nigga |
X-Raided: They say fellas is hella jealous |
In Sac-Town |
So I don’t fucc with 'em |
They Say |
Dott Dog: Fellas is hella jealous |
In Sac-Town |
I know what’s up with 'em |
X-Raided: Yeah, they say |
Fellas is hella jealous |
In Sac-Town |
I know what’s up with 'em |
Fellas is hella jealous |
Dott Dog: In Sac-Town |
So I don’t fucc with 'em |
(X-Raided) |
Now you gots to be cautious |
One-times' in the hood tryin to hawk us |
You can’t slip cuz if you slip they aim for the heart |
So after dark I’m on the under in a Skylark |
Them dogs bark |
And sellin wolf ticcets but I ain’t buyin |
Tryin to have me in a casket |
My nigga I ain’t lyin |
Get that ass kicced if you come to close to the head colas |
Tryin to have you gone takin your head smooth off yo shoulders |
Somebody shoulda told ya |
Soldiers march till the bass kicc |
It’s like NASA, you gotta give me space bitch |
Enemy cliccs, orbit the hood like satellites |
Knights stay cuz they on the saddle through wars, battles, and fights |
They try to get you |
Especially if you havin cash |
Hatin to see you with hoes and shit they never had |
You mad cuz you broke but whose fault is that |
Them jealous fellas is the reason that I brought a strap |
X-Raided: They say fellas is hella jealous |
In Sac-Town |
So I don’t fucc with |
They Say fellas is hella jealous |
In Sac-Town |
I know what’s up with 'em |
Nigga fellas is hella jealous |
In Sac-Town |
So I don’t fucc with 'em |
Nigga fellas is hella jealous |
In Sac-Town |
Dott Dog: I know what’s up with 'em |
(X-Raided talking) |
Yeah… Nigga…Hatin ass mutha fuccas |
Niggas always on the dicc, everytime I see ya |
Bitch ass nigga… yeah |
(X-Raided) |
Ths ain’t no game |
Studio gangsterism promoted sayin they ridin |
But residin to Southern Dakota |
You get checced |
Cuz you neglectin yo duties as a warrior |
You get no respect |
I only got love for the neighborhood destroyers |
That put it down with a passion |
If you got funk, you got action |
No hesitation when we smashin |
And the destination’s your barrio |
You better be ready |
Make your brain look like spaghetti |
Then we run faster than Mario Andretti |
It’s on… in a major way |
Playa hatas watch yo bacc, it’s yo day to pay |
We ain’t gon play nigga |
We serious as a heart attacc |
Bustin through offensive line bringin the Quarter bacc |
Concusion sustained |
Bringin the pain like Reggie White |
And every night we strapped ready for a deadly fight |
Like Daniel Boone, paccin the big gun that goes boom |
Premeditated niggas hated cuz I’m Raided |
It’s yo day of doom |
X-Raided: Nigga fellas is hella jealous |
In Sac-Town |
So I don’t fucc with 'em |
Nigga |
Dott dog: Fellas is hella jealous |
In Sac-Town |
X-Raided: I know what’s up with 'em |
Nigga fellas is hella jealous |
In Sac-Town |
So I don’t fucc with 'em |
Nigga fellas is hella jealous |
In Sac-Town |
I know what’s up with 'em |
(X-Raided Talking) |
Nigga what, what |
X-Raided loc, yeah |
Dott Dog |
From Sac-Town to Stock-Town nigga |
From the south side to the north side nigga |
Murder ya’ll bitch ass niggas |