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Jayo Felony - "Trued Up Remix"
Lyrics to Trued Up Remix : (feat. Baby Skar) [Jayo Felony] Its how it goes down Hoodsta style The Remix West Coast killin like that! (One Shot Kill) Yall know whats crackin The whole Roc-A-Fella shut down! Enemys goals come at me foul I bust em in they bowels For this rag 4 mag, bitch get shit bag Watch me hit this fag with sack with this Till I die "Crip or Cry" Mista Nice Guys dead Is in hood to the heart and his .47 to the head Think you can scrap' I got scrap But see its only one thing, I got this strap And they aint goin for none of that Comprehend like "You dont just wanna end your career here" When the bullet hits your collarbone you know its like "Fuck a career" I drink a '' to ya soul, muthafucka rich roll Hit you and ya man, you slippin, fuck up his stroll Cuz, and thats just how these hoodstas roll Talkin bout "Is he a blood or is he crip'" Nigga I sock that faggot in his big ass lip Put a straight jacket on me, cuz Im throwin a tantrum And all the crips across the world yall gone sing this anthem [Crip Chorus: Jayo] We stay trued up! Blued up! True fat laces, true blue chucks We Crippin till we die cuz, andll shoot you up Cock the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up [Blood Chorus: Baby Star] We stay flamed up! Banged up! Bright red laces, flamed up chucks Its Piru till we die blood, andll shoot you up Cock the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up [Baby Star] Dulo, get names spit flames Thought cus Pac laid off ya shit change' Shit ranged, hell naw they bit game Every time ya hit, bitch slang Bit names, bustin other niggas shit can You crossed the line blood, now the streets comin to get ya Its over +H.O.V.A.+ prepare for your last thrill nigga Was never a real nigga and know you aint tryin to be Dulo the throne of dynasty Thinking your reigning' Its time to see Well find you at Marcy unless you wit a film crew With that scary ass Memphis Bleek nigga him too I aint impressed that you done wrote your fuckin flunky some raps But if Beanie is really a baboon then you funky for that But it aint no dynasty dummy, just ya flunky and a monkey And a broad that look like a fuckin recoverin heron junky Put a straight jacket on me dog, Im throwin a tantrum And all my Bloods across the world yall gon sing this anthem [Blood Chorus: Baby Skar] We stay flamed up! Banged up! Bright red laces, flamed up chucks Its Piru till we die blood, andll shoot you up Cock the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up [Crip Chorus: Jayo] We stay trued up! Blued up! True fat laces, true blue chucks We Crippin till we die cuz, andll shoot you up Cock the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up [Jayo Felony] Back in the day if I was caine cuz I would have been trippin Like "Aint no half crippin" When it comes to this C shit, they gon learn out here Ill have Al Sharp, C-walkin with his perm out here Niggas bangin the NY now, cuz I dont knock it This fool said he was a blood but had his rag in the wrong pocket Crips where it on the left and Pirus where it on the right Ima show you muthafuckas how to gangbang right Ride back in the same night, how to slang caine right How to keep them guns hot, and aim them thangs right While ya DJ gettin sloped at the break beach spot Im smoking purple till my lungs light great street watts C-walk on yo roof, its over before you hit the vocal booth Watch out, I threw up the hood and broke ya tooth Put a straight jacket on me, cuz Im throwin a tantrum And all the crips around the world yall gone sing this anthem [Crip Chorus x2: Jayo] We stay trued up! Blued up! True fat laces, true blue chucks We Crippin till we die cuz, andll shoot you up Cock the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up Bitch! And you just lost [ Trued Up Remix Lyrics ]
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