เนื้อเพลง Felony N*ggas - The Lox

[Verse 1]
Shhh (Two guns up mothaf*cka, Two guns up mothaf*cka) [overlap]
Real sh*t...Styles P Sh*t..
If P want you dead, I aint comin' wit n*ggas
Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
So ya homies got something to pour
That's that old school sh*t
I aint tryin' to put you under the floor
I'm tryin' ta bang n*ggas 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*gga was shot and my other n*gga
was shoot sh*t i'm tellin' the truth
If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
My n*ggas 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 sh*t get dark
We jump in the hoop ride, instead of the six
While you lookin' for a b*tch, 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*gga I aint nothin' but streets
Just as hard as the sh*t, that be under your feet
And the only time i front is with a blunt and a beat
To show n*ggas that I'm nice and they aint f*ckin' wit me

[Chorus]
Felony N*ggas
Cop Cock Heavily N*ggas
That'd arm rob seventy n*ggas
You know
Murderin' n*ggas
You want doe, they servin' you n*ggas
Stay on fifth, Gettin' swervin' on n*ggas
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*tch that s*ck d*ck
and n*ggas 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 sh*t
n*ggas'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*ggas say my face is screwed
But I'll put six in your stomach n*gga
lace your food
Scream "F*ck Every Rapper" that hate that I'm rude
But that's that SP sh*t, 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*ggas die everyday from talking that dumb sh*t
That where they're from sh*t
All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick
Just another dumb b*tch
Go to church to get the holy ghost
I did my dirt and got the holy ghost
Look at the world through a n*ggas eyes
Dont be a b*tch, 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*ck
And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us
But since n*ggas still alive they should be tellin you somethin'
You aint hear from Holiday, he aint tellin' you nothin'
You know..cocks*cker..

[Chorus x2]

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