Finna Shit On ’Em

Lyrics

[Intro: Jayo Felony] Jayo Felony, and my nigga Mack 1-0! Puttin' it down like it's 'posed to be done And I promise you motherfuckers That y'all'll never sleep again So let the games begin, as I show you motherfuckers 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' niggas 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 damned, 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 Motherfuckers that just stuck out, nigga don't go that route This is a hold up, what? Any nigga that move your done real quick, like You need to be thinkin' 'bout gettin' your shit 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 SHIT on ya! [Hook: Jayo Felony] I'm hard on my hoes, that's how it goes Bitch 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 (Nigga!) We finna shit on 'em I'm hard on my hoes, that's how it goes Bitch 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 (Nigga!) We finna shit 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 bitch, 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 shit, nigga Mack and Jayo, back to back like squatters We sayin' "fuck the police", and he's dead, slaughter like robbers I ran the heat at night, and niggas bust us like a dyke And, oh yeah, bitch, 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 shit on you [Hook: Jayo Felony] I'm hard on my hoes, that's how it goes Bitch, 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 (Nigga!) We finna shit on 'em I'm hard on my hoes, that's how it goes Bitch, 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 (Nigga!) We finna shit 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 shit, but you were the first nigga to duck What the fuck? Raised up, like outsiders in my hood Make it clearly understood: It's never all to the good, nigga! Beats be bumpin' every time we spit on 'em Me and my nigga Mack-Don for life, we finna shit on 'em [Hook: Jayo Felony] I'm hard on my hoes, that's how it goes Bitch, 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 (Nigga!) We finna shit on 'em I'm hard on my hoes, that's how it goes Bitch, 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 (Nigga!) We finna shit on 'em