Felony Niggas

[Intro]
Shhh
Two guns up motherfuckers
Two guns up mothafucka
Yeah
Real shit, that real shit
Styles P shit
Styles P shit in ya ass
Niggas ain't even playing no more man

[Verse 1]
The P want you dead, I ain't comin' wit niggas
Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
So ya homies have something to pour
That's that old school shit, I ain't tryin' to put you under the floor
I'm tryin' ta bang niggas 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 nigga was shot
Cause my other nigga will shoot, shit I'm tellin' the truth
If I lied, may I die in the middle of the verse
My niggas 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 shit get dark
We hop 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 OT gettin' sixty a shift
Holiday Styles, nigga I ain't nothin' but street
Just as hard as the shit that be under your feet
And the only time I front is with a blunt and the beat
To show niggas that I'm nice and they ain't fuckin' wit me

[Chorus]
Felony Niggas
Cop coke heavily niggas
That'll arm rob seventy niggas
You know
Murderin' niggas
You want dope they servin' you niggas
Stay in 5th gear swervin' on niggas
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 bitches suck dick, and niggas 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 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" they 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 wanna 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
Dont be a bitch, 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 fuck
And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us
But since niggas still alive they should be tellin you somethin'
You ain't hear from Holiday, he ain't tellin' you nothin'
You know..cocksucker..

[Chorus]
Felony niggas
Cop coke heavily niggas
That'll arm rob seventy niggas
You know
Murderin' niggas
You want dope, they servin' you niggas
Stay in 5th gear swervin' on niggas
You know
Whether we ryde or we die we gon' get this dough
Felony niggas
Cop coke heavily niggas
That'll arm rob seventy niggas
You know
Murderin' niggas
You want dope, they servin' you niggas
Stay in 5th gear swervin' on niggas
You know
Whether we ryde or we die we gon' get this dough

[Outro: Skit]