Felonies

Hey, what's up with partner, where he live, where he stay at?

Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at?

I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz

Everyone of them got felonies man!

I'ma slap me a ****,

before it's over with

I'ma rush me a ****,

before it's over with

Duct tape me a ****,

before it's over with

I'ma bust me a ****,

before it's over with

I'm sick and I'm tired of **** always 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 stressin' no time

I came a long way from peddlin' rocks

Block recognized the gansta and he up my stock

Showed me the recipe and other grams I copped

Home ain't a home without a arm and hammer box

Shit, Jeezy just be being on that cell

Got them pre-teen numbers I like, like R. Kelly

Lotta **** 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 **** move the city, huh

From my block to your block **** know me

They know that ole reppin' ass **** 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, you try to drive my lane

Plus I gotta donkey dick to drive the broads in sane

I'm a street cat, shit you know I'm hard to tame

Hey, whats up with partner, where he live, where he stay at?

Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at?

I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz

Everyone of them got felonies man!

I'ma slap me a ****,

before it's over with

I'ma rush me a ****,

before it's over with

Duct tape me a ****,

before it's over with

I'ma bust me a ****,

before it's over with

I'm a gansta muthafucka if you ever seen one

Black fitty cap **** and some Air Force One's

Hey and I'm strapped so don't set trip

.45 hitcha make your whole chest split

Sleepy Brown **** I can't 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' witcha motherfuckers

Shoot both of y'all make y'all **** blood brothers

And I'm so sincere, I ain't playing witcha **** this year

Hey, we gone rob dem Boyz N Da Hood

Bitch please, I'll kill a muthafucks 'bout Jody Breeze

Yeah ****, that's the truth, 'bout Big Dee Big Duke I'll shoot

Hey, what's up with partner, where he live, where he stay at?

Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at?

I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz

Everyone of them got felonies man!

I'ma slap me a ****,

before it's over with

I'ma rush me a ****,

before it's over with

Duct tape me a ****,

before it's over with

I'ma bust me a ****,

before it's over with

I'm tellin' you man I be rollin' on dem corners

No Range, no necklace man

Range Rover no rims left they neck in da pain

And put the silencer on the tip professional man

Pressure point blank like a sexual change

And splitcha head down the middle like a sectional man

Hard blow to hard coat exposin' the 4

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 it's going down on em with a Mac 11, 2 rifle

Pistol, pumps, switch and knives

Pistol grips, smoked clips, nighsticks and plyers

No myth, I'm him fucka get hypnotized

Now get killed in da mist we suggest you ride

Hey, whats up with partner, where he live, where he stay at?

Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at?

I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz

Everyone of them got felonies man!

I'ma slap me a ****,

before it's over with

I'ma rush me a ****,

before it's over with

Duct tape me a ****,

before it's over with

I'ma bust me a ****,

before it's over with

Well, I'm the youngest in the click boy

Try me like a bitch and I'll betcha

I'll be the first to punch you in ya shit

Y'all **** just talking, y'all **** ain't ready

Y'all **** don't want none of dis

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 da block spending 100's on bricks

Sending 100's to the J gotta 100 more fits

Fake **** get killed round here

It's real in the field betta get it how you live

And if not cock back bust atcha cock suckers

Muthafucka in fact I will

'Cause the **** 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 off in your belly boy

Hey, what's up with partner, where he live, where he stay at?

Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at?

I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz

Everyone of them got felonies man!

I'ma slap me a ****,

before it's over with

I'ma rush me a ****,

before it's over with

Duct tape me a ****,

before it's over with

I'ma bust me a ****,

before it's over with