Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jealous Fellas, artist - X-Raided. Date of issue: 21.09.2009
Song language: English
Jealous Fellas |
| Nigga, |
| While you do this shit for fun |
| I do this shit on wax |
| Gettin' 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| That shit you speakin' on is obsolete |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 Muggsy Bogues |
| You mug me rollin' in yo Buggy cause we rollin' Vogues |
| Jealous fellas must be hatin' it cause I’m havin' mine |
| Your animosity got me knowin' I have to have a nine |
| And half the time I packs a Mac with two Glocks |
| I sport a vest, fuck 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 usalama |
| 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 some poison ivy |
| Have you in an icu connected to an iv |
| Lungs collapse perhaps it was premeditated |
| Them niggas hate it cause I’m Raided nigga |
| They say fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town |
| So I don’t fuck with 'em |
| They Say |
| (Fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town) |
| (I know what’s up with 'em) |
| Yeah, they say |
| Fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town |
| I know what’s up with 'em |
| Fellas is hella jealous |
| (In Sac Town, so I don’t fuck with 'em) |
| Now you gots to be cautious |
| One time’s in the hood tryin to hawk us You can’t slip |
| Cause if you slip they aim for the heart |
| So after dark I’m on the under in a Skylark |
| Them dogs bark |
| Sellin wolf tickets but I ain’t buyin' |
| Tryin' to have me in a casket |
| My nigga I ain’t lyin |
| Get that ass kicked |
| If you come to close to the head colas |
| Tryin to have you gone |
| Takin your dome smooth off your shoulders |
| Somebody shoulda told ya Soldiers march till' the bass kick |
| It’s like nasa, you gotta give me space bitch |
| Enemy cliques, orbit the hood like satellites |
| Knights stayin' |
| Cause they can settle through wars, battles, and fights |
| They’ll try to get you |
| Especially if you havin' cash |
| Hatin to see you with hoes |
| And shit they never had |
| You mad cause you broke |
| But whose fault is that |
| Them jealous fellas |
| Is the reason that I brought a strap |
| They say fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town |
| So I don’t fucc with 'em |
| 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 |
| (I know what’s up with 'em) |
| Yeah… Nigga… |
| Hatin ass muthafuckas |
| Niggaz' always on the dick |
| Everytime I see ya Bitch ass nigga… Yeah |
| Ths ain’t no game |
| Studio gangsterism promoted sayin' they ridin' |
| But residin in Southern Dakota |
| You get checked |
| Cause you neglectin' your 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 who we smashin' |
| And the destination’s your barrio |
| You better be ready |
| Make your brain look like spaghetti |
| Then we faster than Mario Andretti |
| It’s on in a major way |
| Playa hatas watch your back |
| It’s your day to pay |
| We ain’t gonna play nigga |
| We serious as a heart attack |
| Bustin' through offensive line |
| Breakin' your Quarter back |
| Concusion sustained |
| Bringin' the pain like Reggie White |
| And every night we strapped ready for a deadly fight |
| Like Daniel Boone, packin' the big gun that goes boom |
| Premeditated, niggaz hate it cause I’m Raided |
| It’s your day of doom |
| Nigga, fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town |
| So I don’t fuck with 'em |
| Nigga, |
| (Fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town) |
| Yeah I know what’s up with 'em |
| Nigga, fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town |
| So I don’t fuck with 'em |
| Nigga, fellas is hella jealous in Sac Town |
| I know what’s up with 'em |
| Nigga what, what |
| Better reconize |
| X-Raided Loc, yeah |
| Dott Dogg |
| From Sac Town to Stock Town nigga |
| From the South Side to the North Side nigga |
| Murder ya’ll bitch ass niggaz |