Artist: Boyz N Da Hood Album: Boyz N Da Hood Song: Felonies Typed by: bro0klyn@hotmail.com [Hook] What's 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 nigga, before its over with, I'm rush me a nigga, before its over with, Duct tape me a nigga, before its over with, I'm bust me a nigga, before its over with. [DUKE] I'm sick & I'm tired of niggaz asking bout mine If I'm cockin' that iron, I'm telling you I'm sending them signs I move fast forward I ain't got no button to rewind I react of instinct I ain't stressing' no time I came a long way from peddlin' rocks Block recognized the gangsta & he up my stock Showed me the recipe & other grams I copped Home ain't a home with outta arm & hammer box Shit, Jeezy just be beeped on that cell Got them pre-teen numbers I like, like R.Kelly (I got that work nigga) Lotta niggaz 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 while a real nigga move the city, huh From my block to your block niggaz know me They know that ol' reppin' ass niggaz a O.G. We use to rock flip-flops, tube socks with gold teeth And 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 dick to drive the broads insane I'm a street cat, shit you know I'm hard to tame [Hook] [YOUNG JEEZY] I'm a gangsta motherfucka if you ever seen one Black fitted cap nigga & some Air Force One's Hey and I'm strapped so don't set trip .45 hit cha make your whole chest split Sleepy Brown nigga I cant wait Fifty grand round my neck like bait Hey and keep thinking its gravy Everybody from my hood know Jeezy is crazy And I ain't playin' wit cha motherfuckers Shoot both of y'all make y'all niggaz blood brothers (that's righhht) And I'm so sincere, I ain't playing wit cha niggaz this year (Hey we gone rob dem Boyz n Da Hood) Bitch please I'll kill a mothafucker by Jody Breeze Yeah nigga that's the truth, by Big Dee Big Duke I'll shoot [Hook] [BIG DEE] I'm telling you man I be rollin' on dem corner no Range no necklace man Range Rover no rims left they neck in the pain And put the silencer on the tip professional man Pressure point blank like a sexual change And split cha head down the middle like a sectional man Hard blow to hard coat expose the four Even though I tote gun I don't 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 Mack 11 two rifle Pistol, pumps, switch & knives, Pistol grips, smoked clips, nightsticks & players No myth I'm him fucka get hypnotized Now get killed in the mist we suggest you ride [Hook] [JODY BREEZE] Well I'm the youngest in the click boy try me like a bitch And I'll bet cha I'll be the first to punch you in ya shit Y'all niggaz just talking, y'all niggaz ain't ready Y'all niggaz don't want none of this While y'all out spending 100's on your necks Spending 100's on your wrist, spending 100's on your rims I'm on the block spending 100's on bricks Sending 100's to the J gotta 100 more fits Fake niggaz get killed round here Its trill in the ville betta get it how you live And if not cock back bust at cha cock suckers motherfucka in fact I will Cause the niggaz that I roll with and blow dro with Fuck 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]