Текст песни The L.O.X. - Felony Niggas
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Verse 1Shhh (Two guns up mothafucka, Two guns up mothafucka (overlap))Real shit...Styles P Shit..If P want you dead, I aint comin` wit niggasJust a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquorSo ya homies got something to pour That`s that old school shitI aint tryin` to put you under the floorI`m tryin` ta bang niggas over the cloudsand I heard you say you richso you can`t get lower than Styleskill everybody dead just so noone can smileplay the streets my whole life and i been flowin` a whilebiget i rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other niggawas shoot shit i`m tellin` the truthIf I lie, may I die in the middle of the verseMy niggas hustle from first to firstTwelve months in a yearGun on your waist, Blunt in your earPat in your sock, Trade at the back of the blockWith a fein watchin` for knorx till the shit get darkWe jump in the hoop ride, instead of the sixWhile you lookin` for a bitch, we lookin` for a brickThat we can cook by six and give the whole block a fixCatch me on "?" gettin` sixty a shiftHolidy Styles, nigga I aint nothin` but streetsJust as hard as the shit, that be under your feetAnd the only time i front is with a blunt and a beatTo show niggas that I`m nice and they aint fuckin` wit meChorusFelony NiggasCop Cock Heavily NiggasThat`d arm rob seventy niggasYou knowMurderin` niggasYou want doe, they servin` you niggasStay on fifth, Gettin` swervin` on niggas You knowWheather we ryde or we die we gonna get this doeVerse 2All I know is drugs and gunsand plenty of weedand that bitch that suck dickand niggas that bleedand if you`re rich before you goget a watch and a dropyou better hit the court houseand better bail out the blockif your son aint worth shit niggas`ll smuggle your daughterI come through in a Porshe The same color as waterI got weight, what you wantI can cover the orderThey call me Boss when I cross the borderSix shot "caught her?"I hear niggas say my face is screwedBut I`ll put six in your stomach niggalace your foodScream "Fuck Every Rapper" that hate that I`m rudeBut that`s that SP shit, you can take it or moveWe can let the bullets spill, till we all get killed There`s only six nice rappersIf you wanna be realNiggas die everyday from talking that dumb shit That where they`re from shitAll that mean to me is you can get your gun quickJust another dumb bitchGo to church to get the holy ghostI did my dirt and got the holy ghostLook at the world through a niggas eyesDont be a bitch, you gonna live and dieRivin` in the sky, but no love when you slither byI pray to god that we make it to heavenBut the only thing we makin` is channel elevenYou know four, five and seven, hot as fuck And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than usBut since niggas still alive they should be tellin you somethin`You aint hear from Holiday, he aint tellin` you nothin` You know..cocksucker..Chorus (2x)(skit)