Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jealous , by - NefariousRelease date: 28.02.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jealous , by - NefariousJealous |
| 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| That shit you speakin on is obsolete |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 |
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