Lox - Felony Niggas Lyrics
Verse 1Shhh (two guns up motha*****a, two guns up motha*****a (overlap))Real shit...styles p shit..If p want you dead, I aint comin wit niggasJust a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquorSo ya homies got something to pourThats that old school shitI aint tryin to put you under the floorIm tryin ta bang niggas over the cloudsAnd I heard you say you richSo you cant get lower than stylesKill everybody dead just so noone can smilePlay the streets my whole life and I been flowin a whileBiget I rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other niggaWas shoot shit Im tellin the truthIf I lie, may I die in the middle of the verseMy niggas hustle from first to firstTwelve months in a yearGun on your waist, blunt in your earPat in your sock, trade at the back of the blockWith a fein watchin for knorx till the shit get darkWe jump in the hoop ride, instead of the sixWhile you lookin for a *****, we lookin for a brickThat we can cook by six and give the whole block a fixCatch me on ? gettin sixty a shiftHolidy styles, nigga I aint nothin but streetsJust as hard as the shit, that be under your feetAnd the only time I front is with a blunt and a beatTo show niggas that Im nice and they aint *****in wit meChorusFelony niggasCop ***** heavily niggasThatd arm rob seventy niggasYou knowMurderin niggasYou want doe, they servin you niggasStay on fifth, gettin swervin on niggasYou knowWheather we ryde or we die we gonna get this doeVerse 2All I know is drugs and gunsAnd plenty of weedAnd that ***** that suck dickAnd niggas that bleedAnd if youre rich before you goGet a watch and a dropYou better hit the court houseAnd better bail out the blockIf your son aint worth shitNiggasll smuggle your daughterI come through in a porsheThe same color as waterI got weight, what you wantI can cover the orderThey call me boss when I cross the borderSix shot caught her?I hear niggas say my face is screwedBut Ill put six in your stomach niggaLace your foodScream ***** every rapper that hate that Im rudeBut thats that sp shit, you can take it or moveWe can let the bullets spill, till we all get killedTheres only six nice rappersIf you wanna be realNiggas die everyday from talking that dumb shitThat where theyre from shitAll that mean to me is you can get your gun quickJust another dumb *****Go to church to get the holy ghostI did my dirt and got the holy ghostLook at the world through a niggas eyesDont be a *****, you gonna live and dieRivin in the sky, but no love when you slither byI pray to God that we make it to heavenBut the only thing we makin is channel elevenYou know four, five and seven, hot as *****And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than usBut since niggas still alive they should be tellin you somethinYou aint hear from holiday, he aint tellin you nothinYou know..*****sucker..Chorus (2x)(skit)
