Felonies (Explicit) (Amended Version)

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 ni**a befoe its over with

I'm rush me a ni**a befoe its over with

Duct tape me a ni**a befoe its over with

I'm bust me a ni**a befoe its over with

I'm sickI'm tired of n***as 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 ganstahe up my stock

Showed me the recipeother grams I copped

Home ain't a home withoutta armhammer box

Sh*t Jeezy just be being on that cell

Got them pre-teen numbers I like like R Kelly

I got that work ni**a

Lotta n***as they be claimin the spot

But we the only ones that still represent it like mascots

So ask not why my attitude is s**tty

Step aside why a real ni**a move the city huh

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

They know that ole reppin a** n***as 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**k to drive the broads in sane

I'm a street cat sh*t you know I'm hard to tame

I'm a gansta mutha f**ka if you ever seen one

Black fitty cap ni**asome Air Force One's

HeyI'm strapped so don't set trip

45 hitcha make your whole chest split

Sleepy Brown ni**a I can't wait

Fifty grand round my neck like bait

Heykeep thinking its gravy

Everybody from my hood know Jeezy is crazy

I ain't playin witcha mother f**kers

Shoot both of yall make yall n***as blood brothers

That's righhht

I'm so sincere I ain't playing witcha n***as this year

Hey we gone rob dem Boyz n Da Hood

B**ch please

I'll kill a mutha f**ks bout Jody Breeze

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

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 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 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 Mac 11 two rifle

Pistol pumps switchknives

Pistol grips smoked clips nighsticksplyers

No myth I'm him f**ka get hypnotized

Now get killed in da mist we suggest you ride

Well I'm the youngest in the click boy

Try me like a b**chI'll betcha I'll be the first to punch you in ya sh*t

Yall n***as just talking yall n***as ain't ready

Yall n***as don't 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***as get killed round here

Its real in the field betta get it how you live

If not cock back bust atcha cock suckers mutha f**ka in fact I will

Cause the n***as that I roll withblow dro with

F**k h*es 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