Jayo Felony

Aaaaaaaw Yeah, Y'all know what's up with this right here. No playa
Haters allowed so everybody's not invited. So y'all got to keep y'all
Distance. Mind your own, you'll live long. Yeah. Check me out.

[1st Verse:]
These jealous mental cowards got they eyes closed
They didn't see me creeping up from behind they want to be me
But I ain't trippin, sippin on something 90 proof
From the floor to the roof, I spit this game to youth
By any means, dreams of being a lot more than poor
If you ain't helping your family, then what you living for?
You'd rather talk about the next man, like a busta
Fool, don't make me reach out and touch ya
Then never sleep again, just comprehend, don't playa hate
And real ballers keep their pagers on vibrate
Never try to floss and show off your stacking
On the low, that's if you wanna stay away from the popos
Known to attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous federalies
Got their eyes on the whole state of Cali
You wanna be a playa in this game but you gonna watch me win it
Trying to escape reality...in four minutes

[Chorus:]
Four minutes of funk-Get off your rump-move your bottom off the tree
Stump-ladies looking pretty, from city to city-and now I'm getting down
To the nitty gritty.
From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom, come on Bullet Loc and
Get funky while we got 'em.

[2nd verse:]
Gas or cash, ain't no free ride,
Felony got love coming from both sides
About to blow it up and that's on me, Ready to bring it on
Man y'all gon' see, I tell my homie to give me a refill
'Cause I don't give a damn, they got me standing on porkchop hill
With the most of my mind gone, just because a youngsta wanna get his
Grind on - Fool kill that!
I'm trying to feed my household, what should I do?
To survive, I got to work for you?
Increase the minumum wage, but you will never make me happy
Huh,but a real nigga keep it nappy, Yeah so I connect
With E-A-Ski for bomb songs, when they hear the record they wanna sing
Along, my business straight now the industries about to be dealed
Soon as I hit the world up with four minutes.

[Chorus]

[3rd verse]
And if you ever say you can see me, it don't compute
It's like walking through hell with a gasoline package suit
I'm unfadable with this and about to show ya, time's up,
I'm about to overthrow ya, it was nice to know ya
I'm comin' with it to move 'em all, Never be no coward
Keep hitting your enemy unil they fall y'all
And to my females that's never faking and paper chasing
Time is just too valuable to be wasting
On the independent stroke or with a ?
I'm down with ya, let's put our heads together and now we get richer
We got to get it while it's good to get
Let's put it down, hit em up by suprise and then we leave town
Don't you like the sound of that? Him skinny and me fat
Count it up and split it 50/50 back at the flat
To the end we represent-we in it to win it
Trying to escape reality in four minutes

[Chorus]

[Jayo]
Uh huh
Get low baby!
Come on!

[Verse 1]
It's the end of the world now, yeah! Don't start runnin
But could you possibly run when you know that God's comin?
But we got a lot of hard heads that don't seem concerned, what?
So eternally, you burn
An eternity's a long long time, so I wrote a strong rhyme
For these Mc's that only talk about chrome nines
Pay attention to each line, I'm about to reach mine
Be careful cuz they might heat you for just one dime
Blaze up and won't think twice about ya, we dyin quicker
He's dead so what the hell could he do with some liquor?
No value for human life
Can't understand how a woman could leave a baby in the trash can
Damn, helpless and starvin, but that's how life goes
Can't aford him? Then keep your legs closed
Thinkin God won't punish you for what you put that child through
Havin babies like it's the thing to do
What is this world coming to?

[Chorus x2]
Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby
Can't lie, it's the end of the world baby
Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby
We all know it's the end of the world, baby
What is this world coming to?!

[Verse 2]
The end, and um there ain't no stoppin it
I keep em legit, while others come counterfeit
You can't stand being bankrupt, now ya overdosed
Used to be colors, now they beggin over coats
How you gon come with that nonsense like it's all good?
Tryin to dis a whole coast, can't even go to your own hood
I should get ya, but I'm a chill and let the rhyme hit ya
Keep my name out your mouth, or watch me get wit ya
Some of y'all gots to like hoes, you need to be on stroll
Need to get up, get out, and get a bankroll
Keep em movin like Tony soul, cuz the game's for sale
You could offer me a million, but I'll never tell
All the money in world could'nt make me sell out a homey
What is a million dollars worth when you're lonely?
You spill the beans me and his dirt (..?..)
So now I gotta ask myself
What is this world coming to?

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]
Couldn't live without a check, please tell me
Four on the floor, one in the belly
You're kinda smelly
Why can't this girl keep her self up, her health up?
When the county stop payin, you gon be stuck like chuck
With five mouths to feed, and you steadily smokin weed
And buying expensive clothes that you don't even need
Still tryin to club it, you can't do that no more
So stretched out, the stretch marks can't even stretch no more
Five different daddies, damn, ain't none of them around
They need to take you off the streets like the (?)
A bad example, how could you bring a kid to this world?
How could you call yourself a woman when you still a girl?
Wonder why they talk bad about ya, it ain't no respect
Cuz see you don't respect yourself, you need to get in check
Got evicted out your pad
So now the only thing to do is sell yourself until you pass out
What is this world coming too?

[Chorus x2]

(feat. E-40 and Ice Cube)

[Jayo:] What, what, what, what? To all my niggas and females who don't
Give a mad ass fuck: Get your shit, cause we ride tonight! Any
Questions? We just against y'all oppressors. So all you house niggers
Stay in the motherfucking house. Cause y'all ain't got no business
Outside anyway.

[E-40:] E-40, Ice Cube and Jayo Felony
E-40, Ice Cube on my 619 doing my work
The Super Bowl was at San Diego
Sitting back with Felony, Jayo
I ride high speed and shoot-outs with the fedder (fedder)
25 worth of ledda, nicknamed Bambayona
Belted like the rifleman
Call me Chuck O'Conner
Gliding, heading towards Mexico
Sliding, with an empty bottle of X.O.
Riding dept play for kept find out where they slept
Scotch taped to the neck
Slid on out like a vet
Big old, gigantic West Coast niggas tripping on they set
Underbuckets, new toys, looking out for the Elroys
Decoys, d-boys, searching for destroys
Cocaine for the bitch made
Heart pumping cool-aid
Sorrow but Simple Simon ass niggas that call theyselves timin'
Dictionary rhymin, Princess Kadymin
Pay me no mind and 25 worth a day grinding
Clockwork, all about my dirt calls
D.J. your party because I got scratch like Red Alert

[Chorus x2: Jayo Felony]
We just against y'all oppressors so don't try to oppress me/Hold me down
And arrest me/Causing me problems and stress me/Why these punks wanna
Test me?/Why these punks wanna test me?/Why these jealous motherfuckers
Wanna stress me and test me?

[Jayo Felony:]
Picture about me rolling through the country
With a spaceship on gold D's, taking over the world
Scooping up violator parollees, smoking hash and chronic
And I'm looking loc'd out in my chucks
Cube right behind me, throwing Westside up!
Not giving a feez-nuck! What?
I'm crushing my competition
And you'll soon find out if you're dissing
Come along!, from the bay to the S.D., We stay on a mission
My destination in this game is to have the whole world love me
>From geri-curl and go-tee and have them stop the Old E.
My 3 wheels and my g's and your supposed to check out my melody
Trying to get a salary, hoe give me celery
Fool, I'm Jayo Felony
Never stay hungry like my thugs and my hustlers
Throwing high signing and I'm touching ya
Put em in my zone and my mold
When I explode, no time to reload
>From yo God, to word up, loc, we got it sewed
With the E and the W, slanging them over the boulder shoulders
Much love to the north and the south
Let's take this over
Navigators and Range Rovers, don't test me!

[Ice Cube:]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ice Cube forever, bigger and deffer
Fuck the oppressor
Possessor of a mini 14 behind my dresser
Faze one, blaze one, the representation of my nation
It's Jay one on the spray gun springing leaks
In your physique, got nines on you as we speak
Laughing loud as we eat
You fucking geek in a wire
Test the fire attire
That ass, go through the broken glass
Niggas mash and ask, I'm the last emporer
The temperature, heated, remain undefeated
We waited, we greeted by the motherfucking law
In the south they say "Get out the fucking car"
It's raw, E-40's lyrics fucking caviar
I believe these dirty pigs know who we are
If they pull something start dumping
Don't say nothing
And if they show it on real t.v., my niggas love it

[Chorus x2]

E-40: See, there it is there. So be it. And you better know it. E-40
Fonzarelli aka Charlie Hustle, that nigga Ice Cube and my big potna out
The San Die..San Die..San Di-leggo my motherfucking eggo bitch! Jayo
Felony. We slide out in a luxurious ass Winnebago, Winnebago,
Biiootch!! Perkin, up in this ho, nigga.

M.O.B.B. nigga yeah ahuh
ugh yeah cmon now yeah yo yo

aint no party once we crash the party
imma squeeze shorty then vacate the party
you keep grillin i'll pump pump the shotty
put you in the trunk then dump dump the body
nigga you dont know you betta ask somebody
ya'll get down we gonna clash prob'ly
builty snowflake out of the ampacomby
i'm tryin to rip britney so i made ja sign me
nigga catch me in tha club with a double lead banger
im the wrong one to fuck with
now i know the promoters im in with the musket
pound of the haze and a box of dutches
high to the cotton mouth
paranoid make the wrong move bitch and your ass is out
like M.O.P. nigga i'll mash you out
if i can't get your head swing by your house (motherfucker)

Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
that truth come out when u drunk
your ass wont make it to see tomorrow
Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
that truth come out when u drunk
your ass wont make it to see tomorrow

we step up in the club with one thing
on our mind thats leave with something
get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs
we about to...gurl
we about to...gurl
we about to...gurl (gurl)
we about to...gurl
we about to...gurl (gurl)

yo party over here aint shit over there
the Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here
wherever we at we keep the cliqs right there
so where ever theres beef is gettin fixed right there
and they cant stop us they too scared
they know a calibur thug shoot at heads nigga
Q.B. drop you off at that bridge (bye bye)
show you how we do it in Queens
murder aint shit nigga
this is P talking show you where i live
you come right through my crib (cmon) and get a few seers
there'll be man slaughter right infront of my kids
a little blood get on my daughter, thats nothing she'll live (just whipe that off)
got cops shoot to death of us
we dont like D's
you never catch us runnin with the police (nope)
ya'll niggas get ya'll vests up
and ya'll better invest in some real heavy bulletproof paneling

Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
that turth come out when u drunk
your ass wont make it to see tomorrow
Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh?
that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge)
that truth come out when u drunk
your ass wont make it to see tomorrow

we step up in the club with one thing
on our mind thats leave with something
get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs
we about to....gurl
we about to....gurl (gurl)
we about to....gurl
we about to...gurl (gurl)

Uh, the shoota!
Uh, uh..

[Jayo Felony]
Yeah, caught em slippin tryin to order a burrito
Then I fucked up his stealo
Nigga you know that we low
I left him shorter than Skealo
(?) wasn't bangin
Wasn't his brains wasn't hangin
And the next song you'll hear will be choir sangin
He think he scared now but see that nigga been afraid
Yo pops bust a nut in ya moms in sixty seconds ya +Minute Maid+
It's loco nigga, we keep comin wit heat
Boy I keep my shit nappin like Leo on Beach Street
I'm used to to never miss cus I got em on heat seak
Like Biggie said I'm the nigga that mixed the weed with the meak leak
It's in my teams to keep comin wicked
The (?) sniper, for some reason I don't get tickets
Bullet Loc I only spit that top dolla shit
I'm on that pimp of your bay area pop ya colla shit
What did y'all ever think that you can blow against me?
I'm the grain how the hell you think that you can go against me?

[Chorus x4]
I'm the shoota..
One shot kill!

[Jayo Felony]
I'm the do', fuck up your flow like the beat off
Hit ya bitch while she smellin my dick and skeet off
In the nostral, I'm quick to make em all like cows
Keep em hostile, cus niggas over here got styles
I don't play with these, I smoke em to get away with these
Try me please; all MCs get bent like knees
To my homies in the pen, my loved ones
If it don't get done with five fingas then don't get done
I'm quiet and calm and I might give you some dat
What I'm really thinkin in my mind is "Nigga, you can't rap"
I carry songs like straps you know I'm quick to touch and scream
"Fuck a hit" cus I got more spit than Sylvester
Hit a tragic with an automatic make you breath like an asthmatic
Static, what's that? That shit that get up in my fabric?
Uh, while you lazy niggas let time pass
I'm in Tahiti with my bitch let go when against I'm up her ass

[Chorus x4]
I'm the shoota..
One shot kill!

[Jayo Felony]
Always talkin about you jackin, nigga SHUT UP!
I got bitches on my team that can squab and rob betta
The clutch hitta, and I ain't never been much of a quitta
The type of cat that would put your fuckin face in my litta
They wanna test, but they know they'll get smack and shit
My aim Deadly my middle name Accurate
I might spit on a nigga from far away outta spite
My eye on you like CBS you're never +Out of Sight+
Right before you hit the corner, I shoot you there
Too small to sit at my table, you need a booster chair
And you'll never ever hear a nigga say I don't like'im
Cus if I don't like'im I quickly Wesley Snipe'im
It's Peer Pressure nigga, and I talk to models
You couldn't see me with bifocals the size of Coke bottles
You a rapper, but MC's flow it the best
You heard it from me nigga, FUCK the rest!

[Chorus x4]
I'm the shoota..
One shot kill