JOZEEMO - Feelings lyrics

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I bet you niggas ain't know East Durham was down with the Hall of Justus

I know you haters don't like that shit

Your boy Jozeemo! Khrysis, let's get this bitch popping

Yeah, I've been gone for a minute but I'm back again

I got the hundred round drum for the MAC again

Don't get shook now cause Jozeemo's back in the building

I spit bars that turn old folks back into children

I'm a little more cocky, lost a few pounds

So I'm a little less stocky, hoes still gon' jock me

And the pound still sloppy, it'll mess up your shirt

It ain't nothing for the wrestler to work, you fucking jerk

Jo' Murder in the house, tell your mama I'm home

And while she swallow the bone, you can swallow the chrome

If I see your little sister I'm a follow her home

Make her give a nigga the ass, then followed by dome

This here's for y'all bitches, I ain't talking bout chicks

I'm talking bout lame niggas with pussies instead of dicks

Yeah you nigga, Jozee' will bring it to your clique

If you still looking, holler at Kodak and take a flick

Me and you ain't finna have no dealings nigga

Fuck you from the flo' to the ceiling nigga

I'm better than most of y'all, that's the realest nigga

Shit, I had to get up in your feelings nigga

What you mad for? You got him in his feelings Jo'

Why you crying bitch? You got him in his feelings Jo'

Where's all that tough talk? You got him in his feelings Jo'

Click, clack, baby he don't need to feel no mo'

Uh, it's Joziggy and no niggy can flow with me

Been rolling with +guerrilla units+ before +50+

Fuck bitches in their mouth leaving their throats sticky

Every time I leave the house I'm bringing the toast with me

Now I'm digging, you lock down blocks, I control cities

Bullets will leave you with a passion mark but it's no hicky

Flow sticky and massacre tracks like a know Biggie

You like "He ain't say what I think he just said did he? "

Yeah, the big gunner is back

Right hand on the trigger, finger fucking a MAC

You don't want it with that, you don't want to see the llama react

Cause your wifey will be a widow, I can promise you that

Hop in the G5 and fly, the same I sit back

With a hundred kilos of coke and cook it all into crack

Then front it out, cause hand-to-hand, I don't bother with that

I'm a boss, leave a message, I ain't calling you back

Yo, you pussy niggas act all the same

Pointing fingers giving all the blame

Don't be hollering about y'all, be a man nigga, call my name

So I can pick the silly audiences off your brain

When you first stepped to Jo', that's when them problems came

I wet niggas like a storm but it's hardly rain

You looking at L.O.V. like my squad's a gang

Just cause we strapped up, you right, we'll probably bang

And I ain't talking bout colors and flags

I'm talking bout assault rifles and mags, and four dicks to brag

Night vision scope niggas, bust cliques in half

And have my drug dealing homies throw bricks to ass

I don't hustle or rob niggas, more chips to have

Trick or treat like Halloween, more chicks to bag

You going the wrong way nigga, switch your path

Cause that slick shit you spitting, it can get you stabbed