Boyz N da Hood Felonies Lyrics

[Hook]
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'm slap me a n____, befoe its over with,
I'm rush me a n____, befoe its over with,
Duct tape me a n____, befoe its over with,
I'm bust me a n____, befoe its over with.

[Duke]
I'm sick & I'm tired of n____s asking bout mine
If I'm c___in that iron, I'm telling you I'm sending them signs
I move fast forward I aint got no b___on 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 ain't a home withoutta arm & hammer box
s___, Jeezy just be being on that cell
Got them pre-teen numbers I like, like R.Kelly (I got that work n____)
Lotta n____s they be claimin the spot
But we the only ones that still represent it like mascots
So ask not why my attitude is s___ty
Step aside why a real n____ move the city, huh
From my block to your block n____s know me
They know that ole reppin a__ n____s 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 ain't playing no games
But I will take a charge if you try to drive my lane
Plus I gotta donkey d___ to drive the broads in sane
I'm a street cat, s___ you know I'm hard to tame

[Hook 1x]

[Young Jeezy]
I'm a gansta m____ f___a if you ever seen one
Black fitty cap n____ & some Air Force One's
Hey & I'm strapped so dont set trip
.45 hitcha make your whole chest split
Sleepy Brown n____ 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 f___ers
Shoot both of yall make yall n____s blood brothers (thats righhht)
& I'm so sincere, I ain't playing witcha n____s this year
(Hey we gone rob dem Boyz n Da Hood) b____ please
I'll kill a m____ f___s bout Jody Breeze
Yeah n____ thats the truth, bout Big Dee Big Duke I'll shoot

[Hook 1x]

[Big Dee]
I'm 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 s__ual 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 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 f___a get hypnotized
Now get killed in da mist we suggest you ride

[Hook 1x]

[Jody Breeze]
Well I'm the youngest in the click boy
Try me like a b____ & I'll betcha I'll be the first to punch you in ya s___
Yall n____s just talking, yall n____s aint ready
Yall n____s 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 n____s get killed round here
Its real in the field betta get it how you live
& If not c___ back bust atcha c___ suckers m____ f___a in fact I will
Cause the n____s that I roll with & blow dro with
f___ hoes with they outta control
Realer in b__pin chevy's with Mac 11's holdin it steady
Ready to put seven off in your belly boy

[Hook 1x]