Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boss Up, artist - Jayo Felony. Date of issue: 19.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boss Up |
| Nigga we boss up, Ride or die |
| Look at us lay low ridin by |
| Fuckin wit us might cost ya life |
| Nigga we boss up, Ride or die |
| I heard one bitch nigga scream get the gat, Get the gat |
| So I dumped on his homie like blllat blllat! |
| Tryin to catch you slippin but I always end up pistol whippin 'em, whippin 'em |
| Hittin 'em, Stickin 'em, Puttin clips in 'em, Clips in 'em |
| Hittin 'em wit the 45, Motherfuckers be buried alive |
| I doubt that you and them bitch-ass niggas you rollin wit gon survive |
| Bust in his eye, I’m comin, Steady pumpin the fire |
| Rumblin by, Niggas run and stumble and die |
| Bitch, I’m savage, You niggas is butter like popcorn |
| I hopped on the hood of his caddy and chopped on him |
| Through the front windshield, Nigga you should’ve been peeled |
| Snatch 'em out the seat, Put 1 in his dome, A done deal |
| We bossy, We ain’t nobody’s boys, Strapped and armed |
| When you so motherfuckin soft, Niggas wanna squeeze yo charmin |
| Little honey blunt dipped-ass cupcake nigga |
| They knew i’d shoot it up, So they planned yo wake quicker |
| Hit the do', When I open, When I came to get in |
| And i’dve kick the motherfucker straight up off the hinges |
| Nigga challenging my talents is a sentence to death |
| Cause I’m steppin in a battle wit a clip in the deck |
| Crip is the set, So you ain’t gotta ask if I bang |
| Deadlier than threat, Be drivin long beach niggas insane |
| Bringin heat to any table that I step to eat off |
| Top dogg of that street, 21st so keep off |
| When I’m on the mic, Other rappers just speak off |
| Matter fact, Shut the fuck up and just ease off |
| I’m mobbin wit my speezies from the bay all day |
| Catchin felonies, Cause my lyrics stick like shanks |
| While the funny mc motherfuckers spit like blanks |
| Droppin cavi out in cali, Shit that hit like quakes |
| Ball out, Crawl out, Before you catch these vapors |
| Dogg house, All out, Keep it gangsta, Gangsta |
| Nigga we savage, Raggin tighter than lions, Crazy life |
| You know we violent, Niggas get stole on like kobe’s grindin |
| In this game, You gotta move in silence |
| Saw big on the news blind red sirens |
| That means yo crew dyin |
| Bulletproof 22's grind pick up grindin |
| Duckin and divin, Runnin for their lives, No shuckin and jivin |
| Outside, Where niggas be hustlin runnin |
| Motherfuckers strugglin and strivin to be that next head bubblin |
| Tumble like me, In fatigue, Kamo kaze |
| Smoke weed, Until my eyes bleed, Kemo sabi |
| 'Proach me, Tryin to rob me, I’ma bop he |
| Make 'em scream like Bushwick, I went and shot you in the body |
| Probly, But you a bitch, I’m a nigga wit a tommy |
| Copy, I’m a hustler, You a snitch like johnny |
| Copy, I’m that nigga Yuk, Sick as fuck |
| Gettin head in a nine six truck, Bitch nigga what? |
| It’s summertime back in my city, They think they can see this here |
| But y’all gon have to get wit me and deal wit me this year |
| Yo career is like chump change, I’ll put it in the cup drop |
| And give it to crack smokers fat back on 47 block |
| Ya had to put somethin wit it to buy king cobra |
| Catch ya smokin stress, Weeded bizarre, Then smoke ya over |
| Nigga, I ain’t goin wit y’all, Cause y’all niggas is gang bangers |
| And I ain’t no gang banger, But now, You’se a gang banger |
| Fashion crip, You know you been afraid |
| You just tryin to let yo hair grow but the scalpel’s too tender for braids |
| And if you was a baby, I’d smash my finger through ya soft spot |
| I’m hot, Dumpin out in the open on 1 shot |
| Catch 'em on 33rd street, Cut off his bird peak |
| Don’t make me turn clay street into ak street |
| Ever since I blew up, Seems like these bitch niggas is mad |
| But now, I gotta pull ya covers back bitch, My memory ain’t bad |