Jay-O-Felony - True'd Up (The Crip Anthem) lyrics

[Jayo Felony] And if he goes come at me foul I'll bust him in they bowels For this rag fo mag b**h get sh** bag Watch me hit this f*g 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 f** a career I drink a beer over your soul Motherf**er rich roll Catch you and your man slippin cuz and f** up your stroll cuz And its just how these hoodstas rolls Talkin about is he a blood or is he a crip n***a I'll sock that f*ggot in his big a** 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: repeat 2X] 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 n***a, J-A-Y-O for sure F-E-L-O N-Y-C me then die he be Sitting up biting n***as hits Then acting like he da sh** But see all y'all marks and bustas gonna give me my respect When you see this big a** 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 n***as avoiding me now like a flat a** Sprite Ya b**h loves this crip dick I'm serving that a** right [Hook] [Chorus] [Jayo Felony] I been trained to escape d**h, like double-oh-seven You can coke ya dope lope nope it's four seven And its some thirsty a** 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 n***as a jack you You b**h 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 b**hes Got riders in ya videos and can't hit them switches So take ya funny a** raps ya girl and ya boyfriend And get the f** up outta town Cuz them n***as are poison And they know not to f** with the bullet loco I'm from the East Side Rollin 4-0 [Hook] [Chorus] b*tch {*echoing*}