Won G featuring Layzie Bone, Mad Guns, Mr. D., ???
Produced by:
-Won G-
I was born as a felon, ready to kill and 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 pimped by the system 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 come up with five-o'/ Pigs in my path, prepare to die slow/ A nigga like me will never be on death row, whoa! So grab your balls and take it like a man/ I'm a felon with no patience and a five year plan
-Layzie Bone-(Won G)-Chorus-
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 my 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 hoe'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 hoe's and you know I reach for more
-Layzie Bone-
Now, I been runnin from the law 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 slicker/ 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/ That's one when ya cross a felon/ Nigga, Mo' Murda is what we sellin'/ (Blang) Was locked down once 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-
-Mr. D-
In 1996 I was blastin' Bone Thugs wildin' out in my weed spot selling mad drugs/ Indeed smoke weed til my eyes bleed/ And 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 thin 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
-Mad Guns-
I push the envelope like U.S. Postal/ Mad Guns take what he want to/ Did I once say something to offend you? Or did Mad Guns have to threaten you? Liver on that/ Post in the streets, types hate for when these four's get packed/ Mad Guns bust up on you/ I ain't being paid to take no shit from you/ If you try and you do need something/ Force equals mass times accelleration/ You facin the prospects of bullets passin 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/ And these steroids is driving me crazy/ Time to thug out some bitches with D and Layzie (Ahhh, the felonies.)
-Chorus-
-???-
When you're a felon you can't escape society/ I'm just a felon/ A felon is inside of me....