Текст (слова) песни: Boyz N Da Hood - Felonies

[HOOK]
Whats up with partner, Where he live, Where he stay at
Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at?
Im telling you man you dont want it with dem boyz,
Everyone of them got felonies man!
Im slap me a nigga, befoe its over with,
Im rush me a nigga, befoe its over with,
Duct tape me a nigga, befoe its over with,
Im bust me a nigga, befoe its over with.

[DUKE]
Im sick & Im tired of niggas asking bout mine
If Im cockin that iron, Im telling you Im sending them signs
I move 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 & he up my stock
Showed me the recipe & other grams I copped
Home aint a home withoutta arm & hammer box
Shit, Jeezy just be being on that cell
Got them pre-teen numbers I like, like R.Kelly (I got that work nigga)
Lotta niggas they be claimin the spot
But we the only ones that still represent it like mascots
So ask not why my attitude is shitty
Step aside why a real nigga move the city, huh
From my block to your block niggas know me
They know that ole reppin ass niggas a O.G.
We use to rock flip-flops, tube socks with gold teeth
& A flip flop crease with gold shoes on all they feet
Please believe we aint playing no games
But I will take a charge if you try to drive my lane
Plus I gotta donkey dick to drive the broads in sane
Im a street cat, shit you know Im hard to tame

[HOOK] 1x

[YOUNG JEEZY]
Im a gansta mutha fucka if you ever seen one
Black fitty cap nigga & some Air Force Ones
Hey & Im strapped so dont set trip
.45 hitcha make your whole chest split
Sleepy Brown nigga I cant wait
Fifty grand round my neck like bait
Hey & keep thinking its gravy
Everybody from my hood know Jeezy is crazy
& I aint playin witcha mother fuckers
Shoot both of yall make yall niggas blood brothers (thats righhht)
& Im so sincere, I aint playing witcha niggas this year
(Hey we gone rob dem Boyz n Da Hood) Bitch please
Ill kill a mutha fucks bout Jody Breeze
Yeah nigga thats the truth, bout Big Dee Big Duke Ill shoot

[HOOK] 1x

[BIG DEE]
Im telling you man I be rollin on dem corners 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 exsposen the four
Even though I tote gun 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 Im wide open they act Im 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 Im him fucka get hypnotized
Now get killed in da mist we suggest you ride

[HOOK] 1x


[JODY BREEZE]
Well Im the youngest in the click boy
Try me like a bitch & Ill betcha Ill be the first to punch you in ya shit
Yall niggas just talking, yall niggas aint ready
Yall niggas dont want none of dis
While yall out spending 100s on your necks
Spending 100s on your wrist, spending 100s on your rims
Im on da block spending 100s on bricks
Sending 100s to the J gotta 100 more fits
Fake niggas get killed round here
Its real in the field betta get it how you live
& If not cock back bust atcha cock suckers mutha fucka in fact I will
Cause the niggas that I roll with & blow dro with
Fuck hoes with they outta control
Realer in bumpin chevys with Mac 11s holdin it steady
Ready to put seven off in your belly boy
Другие песни Boyz N Da Hood:

Bitches & Bizness
Boyz N Da Hood Interlude
Dem Boyz
Felonies
Gangstas (Feat. Eazy E)
If U A Thug
Still Slizzard
Trap Niggaz