(Hit it...) I was born as a felon, ready to kill, make money, niggas stressin' me cause I'm a thug/ Ring shot from misery, 12 guage delivery/ Niggas scared of me because I pack my artillery/ Now, society labeled me a madman/ I'm strained in a chair so I'm feelin' like a bad man/ Watch your back when you dealin' with the white man (I may be white but they treat me like a black man) Ha ha... But I'm a keep goin' livin' like a convict/ (?) so I'm feelin' like a trick/ Hold be down before you see the four-four/ And I don't give a damn if you comin' with five-o/ Pigs in my path, prepare to die slow/ A nigga like me will never be on death row, whoa! So put up your funds and take it like a man/ I'm a felon with no patience and a five year plan
-Chorus-Layzie (Won G)-
What you gon' do when you get out of jail? (I'm gon' have some fun) What do you consider fun? (A felon that's runnin' with a gun) Now, let me hear you say "Thugsta Thugsta" That's what they be yellin'/ Did they come to tear the party up? It ain't no tellin'/ We worldwide ballers, been around the globe/ Did a few shows, fuck a few ho's and you know I reach for more/ Now, let me hear you say "Thugsta Thugsta" That's what they be yellin'/ Did they come to tear the party up? It ain't no tellin'/ We worldwide ballers, been around the globe/ Did a few shows, fuck a few ho's and you know I reach for more
Layzie Bone
Now, I been around since a lil' nigga/ Ain't a damn thang changed since I got bigger, pour out a little liquor/ And, I'm thinkin' quicker, my game got a little bit sicker/ Nigga, you got it or I got to go get ya/ Already know, just take a picture/ It's the criminal minded, livin' life timeless/ You ain't never met no thug like this cause you can't find this/ Smooth with the roughness, haters cannot touch this/ And the Po-po want to take me to jail over some fucked shit/ Buck this .357, automatic weapons comin' up out of the club from every direction, should'a been countin' your blessings/ (?) the felon/ Nigga, Mo' Murda is what we sellin'/ (?) out of line and I ain't goin' back/ What's up with that? Cookin' all this up/ Ready to beat the shit out of me 'cause your freaks might be crossing ya/ But I'm a rebel on a whole 'nother level and my mission be to shut ya'll down
-Chorus-Layzie (Won G)-
Guest #1
In 1996 I was blastin' Bone Thugs wildin' out in my weed spot selling mad drugs/ Indeed smoke weed til my eyes bleed/ I never made a move without my gun with me/ Quick to pull out on cops who try to stop, our rock movement showed they cannot do this 'cause my moves are too fluid/ By the time they reached the block I had already ran through it, milked it, passed it off to Jay Z or AZ or Show Biz and AG/ Or some other hustler in New York City, that's why they call me Mr D the O.G/ A real fuckin' gangsta in this music industry, not like the entertainers that you see around me/ Especially the rappers who do the movies, walkin' the line line of real and fantasy/ I'm from Brooklyn so that shit can't pass me/ Don't make me kill you, do not harrass me
Guest #2 (Mad Guns)
I push the envelope like U.S. Postal/ Mad Guns take what he want to/ Now, what? Say something to offend you? Or did Mad Guns have to threaten you? (?)/ Mad Guns bust up on you/ (?)/ If you try and you do me something/ Force equals mass times accelleration/ (?) bullets right through your skeletal and your musculature, just can't take no more "Mad Guns, please stop" I told you this Crystal Meth, get your fuckin' ass shot/ These steroids is driving me crazy/ Time to thug out some bitches with D and Layzie (Ahhh, the felonies.)
-Chorus-Layzie (Won G)-
Guest #3
You know the felon can't escape society/ I'm just a felon/ A felon is inside of me/ When you're a felon, you can't escape society/ I'm just a felon/ A felon is inside of me/ When you're a felon, you can't escape society/ I'm just a felon/ A felon is inside of me/ When you're a felon you can't escape society/ I'm just a felon/ A felon is inside of me/
-Chorus-Layzie (Won G)-
Unreleased Original/ Recorded for the Won G album The Royal Impression (2000)