Felony n*ggas lyrics

by

Timbaland


[Intro]
Shhh
Two guns up motherf*ckers
Two guns up mothaf*cka
Yeah
Real sh*t, that real sh*t
Styles P sh*t
Styles P sh*t in ya ass
n*ggas ain't even playing no more man

[Verse 1]
The P want you dead, I ain't comin' wit n*ggas
Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
So ya homies have something to pour
That's that old school sh*t, I ain't 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 no one can smile
Play the streets my whole life and I been flowin' a while
Figured I'd rock, ever since my n*gga was shot
Cause my other n*gga will shoot, sh*t I'm tellin' the truth
If I lied, may I die in the middle of the verse
My n*ggas hustle from first to first
Twelve months of the year
Gun on your waist, blunt in your ear
Pack in your sock, crate at the back of the block
With a fiend watchin' for NARCS till the sh*t get dark
We hop 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 OT gettin' sixty a shift
Holiday Styles, n*gga I ain't nothin' but street
Just as hard as the sh*t that be under your feet
And the only time I front is with a blunt and the beat
To show n*ggas that I'm nice and they ain't f*ckin' wit me
[Chorus]
Felony n*ggas
Cop coke heavily n*ggas
That'll arm rob seventy n*ggas
You know
Murderin' n*ggas
You want dope they servin' you n*ggas
Stay in 5th gear swervin' on n*ggas
You know
Whether we ryde or we die we gon' get this dough

[Verse 2]
All I know is drugs and guns, and plenty of weed
And that b*tches suck di*k, and n*ggas will bleed
And if you're rich, before you go
Get a watch and a drop
You better hit the court house, and go bail out the block
If your son ain't 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" they 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
Ribbon 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 the 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 ain't hear from Holiday, he ain't tellin' you nothin'
You know..c*cksucker..
[Chorus]
Felony n*ggas
Cop coke heavily n*ggas
That'll arm rob seventy n*ggas
You know
Murderin' n*ggas
You want dope, they servin' you n*ggas
Stay in 5th gear swervin' on n*ggas
You know
Whether we ryde or we die we gon' get this dough
Felony n*ggas
Cop coke heavily n*ggas
That'll arm rob seventy n*ggas
You know
Murderin' n*ggas
You want dope, they servin' you n*ggas
Stay in 5th gear swervin' on n*ggas
You know
Whether we ryde or we die we gon' get this dough

[Outro: Skit]
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