The LOX gained national exposure in 1997 with their powerful multi-platinum tribute to the Notorious BIG, "We'll Always love Big Poppa". The song which celebrated the life of the slain superstar, captured Biggie's essence and thrust the LOX into the media spotlight as a group to watch out for. The trio later appeared on a multitude of hits, including Puffy's Benjamins, which the LOX wrote, Mase's 24 Hours to Live, and Mariah Carey's Honey. The group's debut album Money Power & Respect went platinum and helped establish the LOX as an important voice in Hip-Hop music.
While lauded for the commercial success of their first album, Jadakiss, Sheek and Styles were not satisfied with the project's outcome. On underground mix tapes, the LOX had developed a reputation for spitting legendary freestyles of sex, murder and mayhem However, singles from MP&R like "If You Think I'm Jiggie", didn't fully utilize the group's talents. The Lox were not the pretty boys who were being shown in the videos, they were street soldiers who preferred rhyming about real life on the block, instead of fantasy worlds of Bentley Coupes and Grammy awards. As their new album suggest, the Lox are the streets, and having joined the Ruff Ryders' lethal squadron, they finally have the chance to just be themselves.
So who are the Real LOX? The Real Lox are authentic ghetto story-tellers, whose rhymes are derived from the pain, anger, lust and love which exist in the hearts of men. The Real LOX are the embodiment of Hip-Hop's origin as the voice of a disparate people. Their current singles Wild Out and Fuck you are certified street anthems and the impending release of their sophomore album has the hip-hop world holding their collective breathe in anticipation.
Swizz Beats has saved some of his best production for the LOX's sophomore project. The producer who blazed tracks for platinum artists DMX, Jay-Z and EVE blesses the LOX with cuts like Y'all fucked Up Now, and IF U Know, which features Drag-On and Eve, that pack pure street drama. The LOX devour his frenetic beats and spit complex rhymes over his moving rhythms creating an energy which is unmatched in any genre of music today. Styles, Jadakiss, and Sheek also flex their muscles as solo performers on the album as well, proving that they are more than just a talented group, but they also possess superior skills as individual performers. Producers Premiere, Timbaland and P. Killer also contribute cuts to We Are the Streets adding their own unique flavors to the diverse mix.
We are the Streets stands to be one of the most important albums of the millenium because it was born out of a movement. A call was put out to the streets, to help give the LOX back their voice and save Hip-Hop from its downward spiral of self indulgence. The streets responded ferociously and the LOX are finally free. This album is a testament to the power of the Hip-Hop fans who supported the group through their difficult times. They are the reason that the Real LOX have returned. Music will never be the same.
Felony Niggas
Lox Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
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
And I heard you say you rich
So you can't get lower than Styles
Kill everybody dead just so no one 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
Holiday 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
Whether we ride or we die we gonna get this doe
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 want to 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
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 telling you somethin'
You ain't hear from Holiday, he ain't tellin' you nothin'
You know, cocksucker
[Chorus: x2]
The lyrics of Lox's song Felony Niggas portray the violent and ruthless realities of street life. The opening verses display the disregard for human life that Styles P holds, as well as his loyalty to his friend. He mentions that he won't hesitate to kill anyone that's in his way, and his only companions on this journey are a blunt and his tre pound, and plenty of liquor. In addition to this, Styles P claims to be a seasoned veteran of the streets, having been raised on them his entire life. He further references the struggles of his friends and associates, who hustle and sell drugs to make a living.
The chorus of the song states that those who live the life of a "felony nigga" are prone to committing robberies, drug dealing, and murder. These people are tough and unafraid to use weapons to get what they want. The lines "Whether we ride or we die we gonna get this doe" indicate that there is no room for compromise or negotiation in this lifestyle - it is either succeed, or die trying.
Overall, the song Felony Niggas is a powerful commentary on the harsh realities of life on the streets, with a focus on violence and the struggle for wealth and power. It portrays the ruthless and unforgiving nature of this lifestyle and the toll it takes on those who live it.
Line by Line Meaning
Two guns up motherfucker, Two guns up motherfucker (overlap)
I'm ready for whatever, I'm ready for whatever
Real shit
This is the truth
Styles P Shit
This is the kind of music Styles P makes
If P want you dead, I ain't comin' wit niggas
If Styles P wants you dead, I won't help him
Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
I only need a blunt and a gun to handle my business, and I have plenty of alcohol to relax
So ya homies got something to pour
So your friends have something to drink in memory of you
That's that old school shit
That's the traditional way
I ain't tryin' to put you under the floor
I'm not trying to kill you
I'm tryin' ta bang niggas over the clouds
I'm aiming high and achieving great success
And I heard you say you rich
I heard you claim to be wealthy
So you can't get lower than Styles
You can't be poorer than me, Styles P
Kill everybody dead just so no one can smile
I'll eliminate everyone so there's no happiness
Play the streets my whole life and I been flowin' a while
I've been living in the streets and making music for a long time
Biget I rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other nigga
I've been tough and resilient since my friend got shot and my other friend
Was shoot shit I'm tellin' the truth
I'm speaking honestly about the dangerous situations I've been through
If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
If I lie, I should die right now
My niggas hustle from first to first
My friends work hard from day to day
Twelve months in a year
There are twelve months in a year
Gun on your waist, Blunt in your ear
Carry a gun for protection and always have a blunt to smoke
Pat in your sock, Trade at the back of the block
Keep drugs hidden in your sock and make deals at the back of the neighborhood
With a fein watchin' for knorx till the shit get dark
Have a lookout watching for police until it gets dark
We jump in the hoop ride, instead of the six
We ride in a beat-up car instead of a luxury vehicle
While you lookin' for a bitch, we lookin' for a brick
While you're searching for a girl, we're searching for a kilogram of drugs
That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix
We can sell it and provide drugs to the entire neighborhood
Catch me on '?' gettin' sixty a shift
You can find me at a particular location earning sixty dollars per hour
Holiday Styles, nigga I ain't nothin' but streets
I am only a product of the street life
Just as hard as the shit, that be under your feet
I'm just as tough as the ground you walk on
And the only time I front is with a blunt and a beat
The only time I show off is when I have a blunt and a good beat to rap on
To show niggas that I'm nice and they ain't fuckin' wit me
To prove to others that I'm talented and they can't compete with me
Felony Niggas
Dangerous individuals with criminal records
Cop Cock Heavily Niggas
Aggressive criminals who are ready to shoot at the police
That'd arm rob seventy niggas
They would rob and threaten seventy people
You know
You understand
Murderin' niggas
Killing people
You want doe, they servin' you niggas
If you want money, they'll provide drugs to sell
Stay on fifth, Gettin' swervin' on niggas
Always staying alert and outsmarting others
Whether we ride or we die we gonna get this doe
No matter what happens, we're going to make money
All I know is drugs and guns
My knowledge is limited to drugs and guns
And plenty of weed
And I have a lot of marijuana
And that bitch that suck dick
And the woman who performs oral sex
And niggas that bleed
And people who bleed
And if you're rich before you go
And if you're wealthy before you die
Get a watch and a drop
Buy a luxury watch and a convertible car
You better hit the court house
You should go to the courthouse
And better bail out the block
And help the neighborhood by investing money
If your son ain't worth shit
If your son is worthless
Niggas'll smuggle your daughter
Criminals will exploit your daughter
I come through in a Porshe
I drive a Porsche
The same color as water
It's the same color as water
I got weight, what you want
I have drugs, what do you need
I can cover the order
I can fulfill your request
They call me Boss when I cross the border
They refer to me as the boss when I enter another territory
Six shot 'caught her?'
Six bullets hit you
I hear niggas say my face is screwed
I hear people say I have a mean-looking face
But I'll put six in your stomach nigga
But I'll shoot you six times in the stomach
Lace your food
Mix drugs into your food
Scream 'Fuck Every Rapper' that hate that I'm rude
I shout 'Fuck Every Rapper' to those who dislike my attitude
But that's that SP shit, you can take it or move
But that's the way Styles P is, you can accept it or leave
We can let the bullets spill, till we all get killed
We can keep shooting until we all die
There's only six nice rappers
There are only six talented rappers
If you want to be real
If you want to be honest
Niggas die everyday from talking that dumb shit
People get killed every day for saying stupid things
That where they're from shit
Just because of their hometown
All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick
All that means to me is you can die easily
Just another dumb bitch
Just another foolish person
Go to church to get the holy ghost
Go to church to find spiritual inspiration
I did my dirt and got the holy ghost
I committed my crimes and then found redemption
Look at the world through a niggas eyes
See the world from the perspective of a black man
Don't be a bitch, you gonna live and die
Don't be weak and passive, you'll experience both life and death
Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you slither by
Driving high but receiving no respect as you pass by
I pray to god that we make it to heaven
I hope that we reach heaven
But the only thing we makin' is channel eleven
But the only thing we're achieving is watching TV
You know four, five and seven, hot as fuck
You know channels four, five, and seven, they have great programs
And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us
If other rappers were truly better than us, they would be dead
But since niggas still alive they should be telling you somethin'
But since those rappers are still alive, it means they're not as good as they claim
You ain't hear from Holiday, he ain't tellin' you nothin'
If you haven't heard from me, Styles P, it means I haven't shared any information with you
You know, cocksucker
You know, asshole
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DARRIN DEAN, KASSEEM DEAN, DAVID STYLES
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind