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jayo felony - finna shit on 'em lyrics

[intro: jayo felony]
jayo felony, and my n+gga mack 1+0!
puttin’ it down like it’s ‘posed to be done
and i promise you motherf+ckers
that y’all’ll never sleep again
so let the games begin, as i show you motherf+ckers how it’s done

[verse 1: jayo felony]
as i steady my memoirs, meanin’ my recollections of my life
to perfection, music is my protection
see, i’m stayin’ high off sherm
and my only concern, is that i keep rollin’ n+ggas up like perm
the boy creepin’, peepin’ schemes, i gotsta survive
strive, ’cause i never had a 6, one 9+to+5
and my life d+mned, i been gapped away morе than twice
so when they comе to the slice and dice, well i’m nothing nice
they get ready for the slaughter, they outta order
i still cripple a stick, choke a brick, ain’t tryna drop the water
and brothers are runnin’ up, askin’ questions about
motherf+ckers that just stuck out, n+gga don’t go that route
this is a hold up, what?
any n+gga that move your done real quick, like
you need to be thinkin’ ’bout gettin’ your sh+t tight (right?)
at least you could never say, i didn’t try to warn ya
now the whole world’s about to know, i’m finna sh+t on ya!
[hook: jayo felony]
i’m hard on my hoes, that’s how it goes
b+tch get up off your toes, and get my 6+4
when we done you can have ’em, ’cause punk we don’t want ’em
it’s bullet loc and mack 10 (n+gga!)
we finna sh+t on ’em
i’m hard on my hoes, that’s how it goes
b+tch get up off your toes, and get my 6+4
when we done you can have ’em, ’cause punk we don’t want ’em
it’s bullet loc and mack 10 (n+gga!)
we finna sh+t on ’em

[verse 2: mack 10]
from the 3+1+0 down to the 6+1+9
mack 10 and jayo felony, now partners in crime
first, let’s blast this food, before we get tired of
jail, you drive, so jump out the left, while i buck the right side, uh
now which way should we go?
call one of your homies to meet us
somebody like t+phunk’s, we get rid of the hot deed+as
i wanna get lit, when i’m high, i’m outta control
we can our sticks in this b+tch, i met at the super bowl
a straight fiend for that slaughter water when that thirst hit
we smokin’ sherm sticks, like you did on your first sh+t, n+gga
mack and jayo, back to back like squatters
we sayin’ “f+ck the police”, and he’s dead, slaughter like robbers
i ran the heat at night, and n+ggas bust us like a dyk+
and, oh yeah, b+tch, i’m unfaidable on the mic
i disrespect you to your face, i +hock+, and then spit on you
now cover your head, or you dead, i’m finna sh+t on you
[hook: jayo felony]
i’m hard on my hoes, that’s how it goes
b+tch, get up off your toes, and get my 6+4
when we done, you can have ’em, ’cause punk we don’t want ’em
it’s bullet loc and mack 10 (n+gga!)
we finna sh+t on ’em
i’m hard on my hoes, that’s how it goes
b+tch, get up off your toes, and get my 6+4
when we done, you can have ’em, ’cause punk we don’t want ’em
it’s bullet loc and mack 10 (n+gga!)
we finna sh+t on ’em

[verse 3: jayo felony]
i ain’t never with that slow draggin’, because you lose when you lag
it’s impossible to see me, blindfolded and gagged
so now i made a vow, to never step away from the scene
as my lyrics eat away at your flesh like gangrene
and your mama’s style, is how i built my bandana
don’t get near, i keep the picture clear, like antenna
from da+go up to l.a. to the bay
my lyrics spit like a k, you never out of my range, stay out my way
then suck up the consequences
it’s senseless to disrespect
after i twist you, we take a 40 to the neck
then i yell “next!”, but it seems no+one’s steppin’ up
you talked a lot of sh+t, but you were the first n+gga to duck
what the f+ck? raised up, like outsiders in my hood
make it clearly understood: it’s never all to the good, n+gga!
beats be bumpin’ every time we spit on ’em
me and my n+gga mack+don for life, we finna sh+t on ’em
[hook: jayo felony]
i’m hard on my hoes, that’s how it goes
b+tch, get up off your toes, and get my 6+4
when we done, you can have ’em, ’cause punk we don’t want ’em
it’s bullet loc and mack 10 (n+gga!)
we finna sh+t on ’em
i’m hard on my hoes, that’s how it goes
b+tch, get up off your toes, and get my 6+4
when we done, you can have ’em, ’cause punk we don’t want ’em
it’s bullet loc and mack 10 (n+gga!)
we finna sh+t on ’em

- jayo felony lyrics

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