Felonies

FELONIES (2005)
BOYZ IN DA HOOD

HOOK
Whats 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 nigg*, befoe its over with,
I'm rush me a nigg*, befoe its over with,
Duct tape me a nigg*, befoe its over with,
I'm bust me a nigg*, befoe its over with.

DUKE
I'm sick & I'm tired of always asking bout mines
If I'm c*ckin that iron, I'm telling you I'm sending them signs
Im movin fast forward I aint got no button to rewind
I react of instinct I aint stressin no time
I came a long way from peddlin rocks
Block recognized the gansta steady upped my stock
Showed me the recipe & upped the grams I copped
a Home ain't a home withoutta arm & hammer box
s**t, Jeezy just be beeped on the celly
Got them pre-teen numbers I like, like R.Kelly (I got that work nigg*)
Lotta they be claimin the spot
But we the only ones that still represent it like mascots
So ask not why my attitude is s**tty
Step aside while a real nigg* move the city, huh
From my block to your block know me
They know that ole reppin as* a O.G.
used to rock flip-flops, tube socks with gold teeth
& 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 d*ck to drive the broads in sane
I'm a street cat, so you know I'm hard to tame

HOOK 1x

YOUNG JEEZY
I'm a gangsta muth* fka if you ever seen one
Black fitted cap nigg* & some Air Force One's
Hey & I'm strapped so dont set trip
.45 hitcha make your whole chest split
Sleepy Brown nigg* I cant wait
Fifty grand round my neck like bait
Hey & keep thinking its gravy
Everybody from my hood know Jeezy is crazy
& I ain't playin witcha mother fkers
Shoot both of yall make yall blood brothers (thats righhht)
& I'm so sincere, I ain't playing witcha this year
(Hey we gone rob dem Boyz n Da Hood) b*tch please
I'll kill a muth* fka by Jody Breeze
Yeah nigg* thats the truth, by Big Gee Big Duke I'll shoot

HOOK 1x

BIG GEE
I'm telling you man I be rollin on da corner no Range no necklace man
Range Rover no rims left they neck in da pain
& Put the silencer on the tip professional man
Pressure point blank like a sexual change
& Splitcha head down the middle like a sectional man
Hard blow to hard coat exspose the four
Even though I tote guns I dont 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 Mac 11 two rifle
Pistol, pumps, switch & knives,
Pistol grips, smoked clips, nighsticks & plyers
No myth I'm him fka get hypnotized
Now get killed in da mist we suggest you ride

HOOK 1x

JODY BREEZE
Well I'm the youngest in the click but
Try me like a b*tch & I'll betcha I'll be the first to punch you in ya s**t
Yall just talk, yall aint ready
Yall dont want none of dis
While yall out spending 100's on your necks
Spending 100's on your wrist, spending 100's on your rims
I'm on da block spending 100's on bricks
Sending 100's to the J gotta 100 more fits
Fake get killed round here
Its real in the feild betta get it how you live
& If not c*ck back bust atcha c*ck suckas muth* fka in fact I will
Cause the that I roll with,blow dro with
fk 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

HOOK 1x

Lyrics provided by bkp93@aol.com
Friday 9-16-2005