FELONIES (2005)
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BOYZ IN DA HOOD
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[HOOK]
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Whats up with partner, Where he live, Where he stay at
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Where the ice, where the bread, where the yay at?
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I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz,
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Everyone of them got felonies man!
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I'm slap me a nigga, befoe its over with,
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I'm rush me a nigga, befoe its over with,
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Duct tape me a nigga, befoe its over with,
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I'm bust me a nigga, befoe its over with.
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[DUKE]
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I'm sick & I'm tired of niggas always asking bout mines
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If I'm cockin that iron, I'm telling you I'm sending them signs
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Im movin fast forward I aint got no button to rewind
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I react of instinct I aint stressin no time
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I came a long way from peddlin rocks
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Block recognized the gansta steady upped my stock
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Showed me the recipe & upped the grams I copped
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a Home ain't a home withoutta arm & hammer box
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Shit, Jeezy just be beeped on the celly
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Got them pre-teen numbers I like, like R.Kelly (I got that work nigga)
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Lotta niggas they be claimin the spot
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But we the only ones that still represent it like mascots
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So ask not why my attitude is shitty
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Step aside while a real nigga move the city, huh
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From my block to your block niggas know me
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They know that ole reppin ass niggas a O.G.
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used to rock flip-flops, tube socks with gold teeth
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& A flip flop crease with gold shoes on all they feet
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Please believe we ain't playing no games
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But I will take a charge if you try to drive my lane
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Plus I gotta donkey dick to drive the broads in sane
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I'm a street cat, so you know I'm hard to tame
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[HOOK] 1x
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[YOUNG JEEZY]
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I'm a gangsta mutha fucka if you ever seen one
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Black fitted cap nigga & some Air Force One's
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Hey & I'm strapped so dont set trip
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.45 hitcha make your whole chest split
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Sleepy Brown nigga I cant wait
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Fifty grand round my neck like bait
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Hey & keep thinking its gravy
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Everybody from my hood know Jeezy is crazy
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& I ain't playin witcha mother fuckers
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Shoot both of yall make yall niggas blood brothers (thats righhht)
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& I'm so sincere, I ain't playing witcha niggas this year
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(Hey we gone rob dem Boyz n Da Hood) Bitch please
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I'll kill a mutha fucka by Jody Breeze
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Yeah nigga thats the truth, by Big Gee Big Duke I'll shoot
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[HOOK] 1x
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[BIG GEE]
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I'm telling you man I be rollin on da corner no Range no necklace man
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Range Rover no rims left they neck in da pain
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& Put the silencer on the tip professional man
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Pressure point blank like a sexual change
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& Splitcha head down the middle like a sectional man
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Hard blow to hard coat exspose the four
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Even though I tote guns I dont rob no more
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Now here I go on the patio with a flat head screwdriver
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Prying on the side door in a gat proof suit liner
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Calm but I'm wide open they act I'm do something
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Quite its going down on em with a Mac 11 two rifle
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Pistol, pumps, switch & knives,
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Pistol grips, smoked clips, nighsticks & plyers
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No myth I'm him fucka get hypnotized
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Now get killed in da mist we suggest you ride
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[HOOK] 1x
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[JODY BREEZE]
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Well I'm the youngest in the click but
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Try me like a bitch & I'll betcha I'll be the first to punch you in ya shit
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Yall niggas just talk, yall niggas aint ready
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Yall niggas dont want none of dis
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While yall out spending 100's on your necks
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Spending 100's on your wrist, spending 100's on your rims
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I'm on da block spending 100's on bricks
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Sending 100's to the J gotta 100 more fits
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Fake niggas get killed round here
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Its real in the feild betta get it how you live
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& If not cock back bust atcha cock suckas mutha fucka in fact I will
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Cause the niggas that I roll with,blow dro with
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Fuck hoes with they outta control
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Realer in bumpin chevy's with Mac 11's holdin it steady
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Ready to put seven up in your belly boy
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[HOOK] 1x
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Lyrics provided by [email protected]
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Friday 9-16-2005
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Felonies
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Boyz N Da Hood |