Straight Fire Songtext
von Giggs, Joe Grind

Fem Felon

They should call me metaphor ′cause the nigga spits thousands (thousands)
And I got more styles than a Kiss album
This is Fem Fel, and I dare you to test me
Blow the whistle in his ear like a pissed-off referee
Man, I came out of jail with more stripes than a horse thief
Came out and got my shit right, no talking
Old money, move over
'06, I got young G′s like, oh (ching, ching)

Man, I dressed slicker than a grandad
Jump off the tube with ten G's (what?) In my man bag (huh)
But don't confuse your uniform
I leave something hanging out his head like a unicorn
Kids will get cut like a movie (yep)
Fuck confirm less clothes than a groupie (Felon)
Geared up and I done it again
Nigga run tell your friends, they ain′t fucking with Fem (yo, Spare)


Listen, it′s Kyzers time, I just want the finer time
Niggas in my business, I tell them pussies finer life
I grind nights, black shirts and black nights
These on watch, but these dots packed on too tight
Too right, you can't be too careful (nope)
One slip, niggas hear, don′t wanna hear stareful
Therefore, I'm easy with next door
′Cause sometimes they see me doing greaze from the next floor

Next bar, it's Kyze from Pecknarm
Your ends ain′t that safe, I can get you where you are
I'm getting better fast (yeah), I'm early stretching arms (yeah)
No more refresh stacking, I let last year′s lessons last
Kyze, I′m definitely coming hard
Kyze, every second getting more advanced
On this tune here I'm saying bye to old scars
Fuck your life twice, yeah, cheers to the past (uh)

Buck Boy, don′t speak all nice, cutting up rocks (rocks)
Please leave the work so we're pitching on the block (block)
Bruddas act brave, so we′re working with the block (trust)
Came up from the slums, bussing rasclart shots
And I'm the fire, no doubt (no doubt)
But right now, I′m on the track with the hardest out
And if it's war, no, you don't want to start (start)
′Cause you′re guns are like the dogs that kinda blank 'cause they don′t want


Buck Boy, I'm that nigga (yeah)
Flip weight, much quicker (trust)
And I′ve seen your boys, man are so realer
Broke niggas don't make P′s (never)
When you slap my hand, the only time you niggas touch a fucking G
Take a look, I'm far from a wankster (uh)
Don't believe me, famalam? I beg you test my gangster
Go ahead, keep stunting, us niggas not fronting (nah)
Loose chat, duppy suttin′, yeah, I′m the shit cousin

And we're miles apart (yeah)
And if it′s beef, yeah, I come with more animals than Noah's Ark
Young nigga, braveheart
Rap game, I′m hot stuff (trust)
Bare niggas, bare clapping
On road, bare trapping
My flow, bare catting
Big jugg, bare stacking
And believe me, it's real (real)
Big move is like a beggarboy chasing a mil

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo
If I bawl now, I swallow my dots for ten now
Hollow at what? You jerks ain′t got colours to pop
I'm lurking, I swallow your block
I ain't holding keys but still the pebbles looking like frozen P′s
The weed coming in from overseas
Me? I just go hard in the booth, I spark up the zoot
And I fuck you and then argue the truth
But now you′re talking off guns until you get one in your chest

The spesh guaranteed to leave your shit in a mesh
Over bane, pretty boy niggas getting stuck
Over cane, I don't give a fuck
One of ′em buck
I'm loose with it for real, it′s Swift low-key
Told me the spliff, I tell a nigga hold the thought
Eat earning, obtain out of all you have always wanna know about peng
But at the bounce on your ends
I'm the nigga with the ounce and the skeng and like

Giggs, Swift, and Buck (buck)
Niggas on the strip that′ll buck (buck)
Violate me fam, I'ma grip on the pump (pump)
I'm about to rip suttin′ up (yeah)
′Cause Buck told me spit, so I told him that I'll whip somethin′ up (yeah)
A lot of niggas pissed that I thug (yeah)
I know they wanna slip me a slug and pitch me a bath (pitch me a)
And all these fucking bitches are dumb (dumb)
They wanna see me pitch too, so I don't show no bitch any love (never)

And the strally got me sickly in love (yeah)
I slipped on the gloves (gloves)
Looked at him and slipped in a slug (slug)
Rolled on a strip with a buzz (buzz)
The first word anybody says, I′ma clip me a mug
I don't show these pricks any love (nah)
They pissed ′cause I got the dust hairs, just licked off the dust
The feds wanna nick me with drugs (drugs)
And get me right back on the wing with the snitch nigga govs