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lirik lagu lox - felony niggas

two guns up mothaf-cka, two guns up mothaf-cka
[incomprehensible]

if p want you dead, i ain’t comin’ with n-gg-s
just a blunt and a three pound, plenty of liquor
so ya homies got somethin’ to pour that’s that old school sh-t
i ain’t tryin’ to put you under the floor

i’m tryin’ to bang n-gg-s 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 n-gg- was shot and my other n-gg-
was shoot sh-t i’m tellin’ the truth
if i lie, may i die in the middle of the verse
my n-gg-s 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 sh-t get dark

we 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 on t gettin’ sixty a shift

holidy styles, n-gg- i ain’t nothin’ but streets
just as hard as the sh-t, that be under your feet
and the only time i front is with a blunt and a beat
to show n-gg-s that i’m nice and they ain’t f-ckin’ with me

felony n-gg-s cop c-ck heavily n-gg-s that’d arm rob seventy n-gg-s
you know murderin’ n-gg-s you want doe, they servin’ you n-gg-s
stay on fifth, gettin’ swervin’ on n-gg-s
you know whether we ride or we die we gonna get this

all i know is drugs and guns and plenty of weed
and that b-tch that suck d-ck and n-gg-s that 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-gg-s’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-gg-s say my face is screwed
but i’ll put six in your stomach n-gg- lace your food
scream f-ck every rapper that 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-gg-s die everyday from talkin’ 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-gg-s eyes
don’t be a b-tch, 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 f-ck
and every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us
but since n-gg-s still alive they should be tellin’ you somethin’
you ain’t hear from holiday, he ain’t tellin’ you nothin’
you know c-cksucker

felony n-gg-s cop c-ck heavily n-gg-s
that’d arm rob seventy n-gg-s
you know murderin’ n-gg-s you want doe, they servin’ you n-gg-s
stay on fifth, gettin’ swervin’ on n-gg-s
you know wheather we ride or we die we gonna get this doe

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