[Jayo Felony]
And if he goes come at me foul

I'll bust him in they bowels
For this rag fo mag (*##$ get %#@! bag
Watch me hit this !@$) 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 $#&@ a career

I drink a beer over your soul
Mother$#&@er rich roll
Catch you and your man slippin cuz and $#&@ up your stroll cuz

And its just how these hoodstas rolls
Talkin about is he a blood or is he a crip
^!$$% I'll sock that !@$)got in his big $$# lips


[Hook]
Put a straight jacket on me, cause I'm throwing a tantrum

And 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
^!$$%, J-A-Y-O for sure F-E-L-O
N-Y-C me then die he be

Sitting up biting ^!$$%s hits
Then acting like he da %#@!
But see all y'all marks and bustas gonna give me my respect

When you see this big $$# 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 ^!$$%s avoiding me now like a flat $$# Sprite
Ya (*##$ loves this crip dick I'm serving that $$# right


[Hook]

[Chorus]


[Jayo Felony]
I been trained to escape death, like double-oh-seven

You can !@%!e ya dope lope nope it's four seven
And its some thirsty $$# 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 ^!$$%s a jack you

You (*##$ 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 (*##$es
Got riders in ya videos and can't hit them switches
So take ya funny $$# raps ya girl and ya boyfriend

And get the $#&@ up outta town
Cuz them ^!$$%s are poison
And they know not to $#&@ with the bullet loco
I'm from the East Side
Rollin 4-0


[Hook]

[Chorus]


!#$* [echoing]