The Lox Felony Niggas Lyrics

Verse 1

Shhh (two guns up m________a, two guns up m________a (overlap))
Real s___...styles p s___..
If p want you dead, I ain't comin' wit n____s
Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
So ya homies got something to pour
That's that old school s___
I ain't tryin' to put you under the floor
I'm tryin' ta bang n____s 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 n____ was shot and my other n____
Was shoot s___ I'm tellin' the truth
If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
My n____s 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 s___ get dark
We jump in the hoop ride, instead of the six
While you lookin' for a b____, 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, n____ I ain't nothin' but streets
Just as hard as the s___, that be under your feet
And the only time I front is with a blunt and a beat
To show n____s that I'm nice and they ain't f___in' wit me

Chorus

Felony n____s
Cop c___ heavily n____s
That'd arm rob seventy n____s
You know
Murderin' n____s
You want doe, they servin' you n____s
Stay on fifth, gettin' swervin' on n____s
You know
Wheather we ryde or we die we gonna get this doe

Verse 2

All I know is drugs and guns
And plenty of weed
And that b____ that suck d___
And n____s 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 s___
n____s'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 n____s say my face is screwed
But I'll put six in your stomach n____
Lace your food
Scream f___ every rapper that hate that I'm rude
But that's that sp s___, 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
n____s die everyday from talking that dumb s___
That where they're from s___
All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick
Just another dumb b____
Go to church to get the holy ghost
I did my dirt and got the holy ghost
Look at the world through a n____s eyes
Dont be a b____, 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 f___
And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us
But since n____s still alive they should be tellin you somethin'
You ain't hear from holiday, he ain't tellin' you nothin'
You know..c___sucker..

Chorus (2x)
(skit)