Felonies Lyrics - Boyz N Da Hood - Boyz N Da Hood

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 nigga, before it's over with 

I'ma rush me a nigga, before it's over with 

Duct tape me a nigga, before it's over with 

I'ma bust me a nigga, before it's over with 

I'm sick and I'm tired of niggas 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 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 

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 nigga, before it's over with 

I'ma rush me a nigga, before it's over with 

Duct tape me a nigga, before it's over with 

I'ma bust me a nigga, before it's over with 

I'm a gansta muthafucka if you ever seen one 

Black fitty cap nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas blood brothers 

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

Hey, we gone rob dem Boyz N Da Hood 

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

Yeah nigga, 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 nigga, before it's over with 

I'ma rush me a nigga, before it's over with 

Duct tape me a nigga, before it's over with 

I'ma bust me a nigga, 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 nigga, before it's over with 

I'ma rush me a nigga, before it's over with 

Duct tape me a nigga, before it's over with 

I'ma bust me a nigga, 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 niggas just talking, y'all niggas ain't ready 

Y'all niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga, before it's over with 

I'ma rush me a nigga, before it's over with 

Duct tape me a nigga, before it's over with 

I'ma bust me a nigga, before it's over with