Artist: Jozeemo Album: Cry Now L.A.F. Later Song: Feelings Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Jozeemo] 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'ma 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 [Chorus] 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' [Jozeemo] 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 [Chorus] [Jozeemo] 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 [Chorus]