Lyrics: LOX "FELONY NIGGAS" (0/1)

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Felony Niggas

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Version 1 of the lyrics

Two guns up mothafucka, two guns up mothafucka

Verse 1

[Incomprehensible]

If P want you dead, I ain't comin' with niggas

Shhh (Two guns up mothafucka, Two

Just a blunt and a three pound, plenty of liquor

guns up mothafucka (overlap))

So ya homies got somethin' to pour that's that old school shit

Real shit...Styles P Shit..

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

If P want you dead, I aint comin' wit niggas

Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor

I'm tryin' to bang niggas over the clouds

So ya homies got something to pour

And I heard you say you rich so you can't get lower than styles

That's that old school shit

Kill everybody dead just so noone can smile

I aint tryin' to put you under the floor

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

I'm tryin' ta bang niggas over the clouds

and I heard you say you rich

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

so you can't get lower than Styles

Was shoot shit I'm tellin' the truth

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

Gun on your waist, Blunt in your ear

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

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

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

With a fein watchin' for knorx

till the shit get dark

We hoop ride, instead of the six

We jump in the hoop ride, instead of the six

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

While you lookin' for a bitch,

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

we lookin' for a brick

Catch me on T gettin' sixty a shift

That we can cook by six and give

the whole block a fix

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

Catch me on "?" gettin' sixty a shift

Holidy Styles, nigga I aint 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

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' with me

To show niggas that I'm nice and

they aint fuckin' wit me

Felony niggas cop cock heavily niggas that'd arm rob seventy niggas

Chorus

You know murderin' niggas you want doe, they servin' you niggas

Stay on fifth, gettin' swervin' on niggas

You know whether we ride or we die we gonna get this

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 go 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

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

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 aint 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

There's only six nice rappers

Niggas die everyday from talkin' that dumb shit

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

Don't be a bitch, you gonna live and die

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

And every rapper be dead, if

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

they were hotter than us

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

But since niggas still alive they

You know cocksucker

should be tellin you somethin'

You aint hear from Holiday, he

aint tellin' you nothin'

You know..cocksucker..

Felony niggas cop cock heavily niggas

Chorus (2x)

That'd arm rob seventy niggas

(skit)

You know murderin' niggas you want doe, they servin' you niggas

Stay on fifth, gettin' swervin' on niggas

You know wheather we ride or we die we gonna get this doe

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 ride or we die we gonna get this doe

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