| Song | Felony Niggas |
| Artist | The LOX |
| Album | We Are the Streets |
| 作词 : Dean, Dean, Styles | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Shhh (Two guns up mothafucka, Two guns up mothafucka (overlap) | |
| Real shit...Styles P Shit.. | |
| If P want you dead, I aint comin' wit niggas | |
| Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor | |
| So ya homies got something to pour | |
| That's that old school shit | |
| I aint 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 noone can smile | |
| Play the streets my whole life and i been flowin' a while | |
| Biget i rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other nigga | |
| Was shoot shit i'm tellin' the truth | |
| If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse | |
| My niggas 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 shit get dark | |
| We jump 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 on "?" gettin' sixty a shift | |
| Holidy Styles, nigga I aint nothin' but streets | |
| Just as hard as the shit, that be under your feet | |
| And the only time i front is with a blunt and a beat | |
| To show niggas that I'm nice and they aint fuckin' wit me | |
| Chorus | |
| Felony Niggas | |
| Cop Cock Heavily Niggas | |
| That'd arm rob seventy niggas | |
| You know | |
| Murderin' niggas | |
| You want doe, they servin' you niggas | |
| Stay on fifth, Gettin' swervin' on niggas | |
| You know | |
| Wheather we ryde or we die we gonna get this doe | |
| Verse 2 | |
| All I know is drugs and guns | |
| And plenty of weed | |
| And that bitch that suck dick | |
| And niggas that bleed | |
| And if you're rich before you go | |
| Get a watch and a drop | |
| You better hit the court house | |
| And better bail out the block | |
| If your son aint 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" that 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 | |
| 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 fuck | |
| And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us | |
| But 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) |
| zuò cí : Dean, Dean, Styles | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Shhh Two guns up mothafucka, Two guns up mothafucka overlap | |
| Real shit... Styles P Shit.. | |
| If P want you dead, I aint comin' wit niggas | |
| Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor | |
| So ya homies got something to pour | |
| That' s that old school shit | |
| I aint 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 noone can smile | |
| Play the streets my whole life and i been flowin' a while | |
| Biget i rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other nigga | |
| Was shoot shit i' m tellin' the truth | |
| If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse | |
| My niggas 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 shit get dark | |
| We jump 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 on "?" gettin' sixty a shift | |
| Holidy Styles, nigga I aint nothin' but streets | |
| Just as hard as the shit, that be under your feet | |
| And the only time i front is with a blunt and a beat | |
| To show niggas that I' m nice and they aint fuckin' wit me | |
| Chorus | |
| Felony Niggas | |
| Cop Cock Heavily Niggas | |
| That' d arm rob seventy niggas | |
| You know | |
| Murderin' niggas | |
| You want doe, they servin' you niggas | |
| Stay on fifth, Gettin' swervin' on niggas | |
| You know | |
| Wheather we ryde or we die we gonna get this doe | |
| Verse 2 | |
| All I know is drugs and guns | |
| And plenty of weed | |
| And that bitch that suck dick | |
| And niggas that bleed | |
| And if you' re rich before you go | |
| Get a watch and a drop | |
| You better hit the court house | |
| And better bail out the block | |
| If your son aint 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" that 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 | |
| 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 fuck | |
| And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us | |
| But 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 |