Felony Niggas Lyrics - The Lox

Verse 1 

Shhh (two guns up mothafucka, two guns up mothafucka (overlap)) 

Real shit... styles p shit. 

If p want you dead, I ain't comin' wit niggas 

Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor 

So ya homies got something to pour 

That's that old school shit 

I ain't tryin' to put you under the floor 

I'm tryin' ta bang niggas over the clouds 

And I heard you say you rich 

So you can't get lower than styles 

Kill everybody dead just so noone can smile 

Play the streets my whole life and I been flowin' a while 

Biget I rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other nigga 

Was shoot shit I'm tellin' the truth 

If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse 

My niggas hustle from first to first 

Twelve months in a year 

Gun on your waist, blunt in your ear 

Pat in your sock, trade at the back of the block 

With a fein watchin' for knorx till the shit get dark 

We jump in the hoop ride, instead of the six 

While you lookin' for a bitch, we lookin' for a brick 

That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix 

Catch me on? gettin' sixty a shift 

Holidy styles, nigga I ain't nothin' but streets 

Just as hard as the shit, that be under your feet 

And the only time I front is with a blunt and a beat 

To show niggas that I'm nice and they ain't fuckin' wit me 

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Chorus 

Felony niggas 

Cop cock heavily niggas 

That'd arm rob seventy niggas 

You know 

Murderin' niggas 

You want doe, they servin' you niggas 

Stay on fifth, gettin' swervin' on niggas 

You know 

Wheather we ryde or we die we gonna get this doe 

Verse 2 

Photos 

All I know is drugs and guns 

And plenty of weed 

And that bitch that suck dick 

And niggas that bleed 

And if you're rich before you go 

Get a watch and a drop 

You better hit the court house 

And better bail out the block 

If your son ain't worth shit 

Niggas'll smuggle your daughter 

I come through in a porshe 

The same color as water 

I got weight, what you want 

I can cover the order 

They call me boss when I cross the border 

Six shot caught her? 

I hear niggas say my face is screwed 

But I'll put six in your stomach nigga 

Lace your food 

Scream fuck every rapper that hate that I'm rude 

But that's that sp shit, you can take it or move 

We can let the bullets spill, till we all get killed 

There's only six nice rappers 

If you wanna be real 

Niggas die everyday from talking that dumb shit 

That where they're from shit 

All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick 

Just another dumb bitch 

Go to church to get the holy ghost 

I did my dirt and got the holy ghost 

Look at the world through a niggas eyes 

Dont be a bitch, you gonna live and die 

Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you slither by 

I pray to God that we make it to heaven 

But the only thing we makin' is channel eleven 

You know four, five and seven, hot as fuck 

And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us 

But since niggas still alive they should be tellin you somethin' 

You ain't hear from holiday, he ain't tellin' you nothin' 

You know.cocksucker. 

Chorus (2x) 

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