Текст песни Felony Niggas - 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
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
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)
(Skit)
1 Can I Live
2 Breathe Easy
3 Felony Niggas
4 Wild Out
5 Blood Pressure
6 Recognize
7 Y'all Fucked Up Now
8 Scream L.O.X.
9 U Told Me
10 Ryde or Die, Bitch
11 Bring It On
12 If You Know
13 We Are the Streets
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