Felony ******

Verse 1

Shhh (Two guns up **********a, Two guns up **********a (overlap)

Real **********t...Styles P **********t..

If P want you dead, I aint comin' wit **********s

Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor

So ya homies got something to pour

That's that old school **********t

I aint tryin' to put you under the floor

I'm tryin' ta bang **********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 ********** was shot and my other **********

Was shoot **********t i'm tellin' the truth

If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse

My **********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 **********t get dark

We jump in the hoop ride, instead of the six

While you lookin' for a **********, we lookin' for a brick

That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix

Catch me on "?" gettin' sixty a **********ft

Holidy Styles, ********** I aint nothin' but streets

Just as hard as the **********t, that be under your feet

And the only time i front is with a blunt and a beat

To show **********s that I'm nice and they aint ******' wit me

Chorus

Felony **********s

Cop ********** Heavily **********s

That'd arm rob seventy **********s

You know

Murderin' **********s

You want doe, they servin' you **********s

Stay on fifth, Gettin' swervin' on **********s

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 **********

And that ********** that suck **********

And **********s 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 **********t

**********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 **********s say my face is screwed

But I'll put six in your stomach **********

Lace your food

Scream "********** Every Rapper" that hate that I'm rude

But that's that SP **********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

**********s die everyday from talking that dumb **********t

That where they're from **********t

All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick

Just another dumb **********

Go to church to get the holy ghost

I did my dirt and got the holy ghost

Look at the world through a **********s eyes

Dont be a **********, 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 **********

And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us

But since **********s still alive they should be tellin you somethin'

You aint hear from Holiday, he aint tellin' you nothin'

You know..**********..

Chorus (2x)

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