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[Jayo Felony] And if he goes come at me foul I'll bust him in they bowels For this rag fo mag bitch get shit bag Watch me hit this fag for this sag With this, til I die Cripple cry Mr. Nice Guy's dead It's end hood To the heart and it's 4 7's to the head They could be strapped I got strapped You see its only one thing I got this strap and they ain't goin for none of that Comprehend like you the one who just end your career here When the bullet hits your collar bone You know it's like fuck a career I drink a beer over your soul Motherfucker rich roll Catch you and your man slippin cuz and fuck up your stroll cuz And its just how these hoodstas rolls Talkin about is he a blood or is he a crip Nigga I'll sock that faggot in his big ass lips [Hook] Put a straight jacket on me, cause I'm throwing a tantrum Letras de cancionesAnd all the crips across the world, y'all gon' sing this anthem [Chorus: x2] We stay, trued up, blued up True phat laces, true blue chucks We crippin till we die cuz and will shoot you up Cop a 38 for the G-homie that used to shoot up [Jayo Felony] I'm like N to the H to the deep blue sea Anyone of y'all who comes against me be D-E-A-D And the only Jay I know is Bullet Loco Nigga, J-A-Y-O for sure F-E-L-O N-Y-C me then die he be Sitting up biting niggas hits Then acting like he da shit But see all y'all marks and bustas gonna give me my respect When you see this big ass C hanging and dangling from my neck You're like the lion from The Wizard of Oz, he ain't hard It's West coast in line if you think we ain't hard Where you think the khakis the jumps saggin the blue and red rags come from We made it up ya dum-dum Y'all niggas avoiding me now like a flat ass Sprite Ya bitch loves this crip dick I'm serving that ass right [Hook] [Chorus] [Jayo Felony] I been trained to escape death, like double-oh-seven You can coke ya dope lope nope it's four seven And its some thirsty ass sharks out here But you know well, they schooled ya Like don't go too far from your hotel there They like don't go past that Fat Burger On Lafiyania, them niggas a jack you You bitch too, body guard and manager You wake up in a cold sweat And never leave the house Everything you eat got a funny taste Like that barrel in your mouth Cuz get them riches And hit them bitches Got riders in ya videos and can't hit them switches So take ya funny ass raps ya girl and ya boyfriend And get the fuck up outta town Cuz them niggas are poison And they know not to fuck with the bullet loco I'm from the East Side Rollin 4-0 [Hook] [Chorus] BITCH [echoing] From Letras Mania