Felony Niggas
The Lox Lyrics

Two guns up motherfucker, Two guns up motherfucker (overlap)
We're coming in with double the firepower, be ready for a fight

Real shit
This is the truth

If P want you dead, I ain't comin' wit niggas
If Styles P wants you dead, he doesn't need anyone else to help him

Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
All Styles P needs to get the job done is a blunt and a gun, and he has enough alcohol to share

So ya homies got something to pour
He has enough liquor for his crew to celebrate after the hit

That's that old school shit
This is the way it used to be done

I ain't tryin' to put you under the floor
I'm not trying to kill you violently

I'm tryin' ta bang niggas over the clouds
I want to kill people so thoroughly, they'll end up in heaven

And I heard you say you rich
I know you have money

So you can't get lower than Styles
You can't be poorer than Styles P, so don't try

Kill everybody dead just so no one can smile
He is willing to kill everyone to ensure the target remains miserable

Play the streets my whole life and I been flowin' a while
He has lived on the streets his entire life and has been rapping for a long time

Biget I rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other nigga
He has been out on the streets since his friends were shot

Was shoot shit I'm tellin' the truth
He is not lying about his background

If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
He swears to tell the truth and threatens to die if he lies

My niggas hustle from first to first
His friends hustle from the beginning to the end of every day

Twelve months in a year
He's always on the grind, 365 days a year

Gun on your waist, Blunt in your ear
Always be ready to defend yourself, and have a blunt to ease the stress

Pat in your sock, Trade at the back of the block
He's got some cash stashed away and knows where to get more

With a fein watchin' for knorx till the shit get dark
He has someone keeping a lookout for danger until nightfall

We jump in the hoop ride, instead of the six
They use a less conspicuous vehicle to avoid being seen

While you lookin' for a bitch, we lookin' for a brick
They're more focused on money than women

That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix
They're cooking up drugs to sell to the neighborhood later

Catch me on "?" gettin' sixty a shift
He's working hard for his money on an unknown street

Holiday Styles, nigga I ain't nothin' but streets
He is the embodiment of the streets

Just as hard as the shit, that be under your feet
He's just as tough as the pavement

And the only time I front is with a blunt and a beat
He only acts tough when he has a blunt and music

To show niggas that I'm nice and they ain't fuckin' wit me
He proves he's a skilled rapper whenever he gets the chance

Felony Niggas
They're dangerous criminals

Cop Cock Heavily Niggas
They're not afraid of the police and can handle them if necessary

That'd arm rob seventy niggas
They've probably robbed 70 people at gunpoint before

Murderin' niggas
They're not opposed to killing people

You want doe, they servin' you niggas
If you want to buy drugs, they'll sell them to you

Stay on fifth, Gettin' swervin' on niggas
They're always on the move, picking up drugs and avoiding danger

Whether we ride or we die we gonna get this doe
They're going to get their money no matter what it takes

All I know is drugs and guns
His entire life revolves around drugs and guns

And plenty of weed
He's also a frequent smoker

And that bitch that suck dick
He has a woman who performs oral sex on him

And niggas that bleed
He's not afraid of violence

And if you're rich before you go
If you're wealthy, even after you die

Get a watch and a drop
Get a nice watch and a fancy car

You better hit the court house
Make sure your affairs are in order before you die

And better bail out the block
Leave something for your community

If your son ain't worth shit
If your son is a waste of space

Niggas'll smuggle your daughter
They'll kidnap and sell your daughter for money

I come through in a Porshe
He arrives in a luxury car

The same color as water
It's a light colored car, possibly silver or white

I got weight, what you want
He's got drugs to sell, whatever you need

I can cover the order
He can fulfill any drug order you have

They call me Boss when I cross the border
He's known internationally as a powerful drug dealer

Six shot "caught her?"
He's asking if you've been caught by his gun yet

I hear niggas say my face is screwed
He's aware that people dislike him

But I'll put six in your stomach nigga
He's not afraid to kill

Lace your food
He'll poison you without hesitation

Scream "Fuck Every Rapper" that hate that I'm rude
He doesn't care what other rappers think of him

But that's that SP shit, you can take it or move
He's being real and you can accept it or leave

We can let the bullets spill, till we all get killed
He's willing to shoot until everyone is dead, even if it means his death too

There's only six nice rappers
He thinks there are only 6 good rappers in the game

If you want to be real
If you want to be truthful

Niggas die everyday from talking that dumb shit
People die from saying stupid things every day

That where they're from shit
Talking about where they're from gets them killed

All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick
He knows that talking about where you're from can lead to violence, so he's always prepared

Just another dumb bitch
He has no respect for people who can't back up their words

Go to church to get the holy ghost
People pretend to be religious to feel better about themselves

I did my dirt and got the holy ghost
He's done bad things but still acts religious to feel better

Look at the world through a niggas eyes
See things from the perspective of someone from the streets

Don't be a bitch, you gonna live and die
Don't be weak or you won't survive

Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you slither by
Even when he's dead, he doesn't expect any love or respect

I pray to god that we make it to heaven
He hopes he makes it to heaven

But the only thing we makin' is channel eleven
He thinks the only thing they're making is news headlines after they're dead

You know four, five and seven, hot as fuck
Local news channels are reporting on the dangerous activity

And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us
If another rapper was better than them, they would be dead

But since niggas still alive they should be telling you somethin'
Since they're still alive, they must be doing something right

You ain't hear from Holiday, he ain't tellin' you nothin'
He's not going to reveal his secrets or give advice

You know, cocksucker
A common insult used to end a conversation or statement

[Chorus: x2]
The chorus is repeated twice