Who Sang Felony Niggas? The LOX

The LOX We Are the Streets cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2000-1-25
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Thug Rap
Lyrics
(Two guns up ************, Two guns up ************ (overlap))
Real ****
Styles P ****
If P want you dead, I ain't 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 ****
I ain't 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 no one 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 **** 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 **** 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 shift
Holiday Styles, ***** I ain't nothin' but streets
Just as hard as the ****, 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 ain't ****in' 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
Whether we ride or we die we gonna get this doe

All I know is drugs and guns
And plenty of weed
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 ain't worth ****
*****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 ****, 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 want to be real
*****s die everyday from talking that dumb ****
That where they're from ****
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
Don't 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 telling you somethin'
You ain't hear from Holiday, he ain't tellin' you nothin'
You know, **********

[Chorus: x2]

Tracklist
  • 1 Intro (skit)
  • 2 Fuck You
  • 3 Can I Live
  • 4 Built for Bodies (skit)
  • 5 Breathe Easy
  • 6 Felony Niggas
  • 7 Wild Out
  • 8 Blood Pressure
  • 9 Recognize
  • 10 Rape’n U Records (skit)
  • 11 Y’all Fucked Up Now
  • 12 Scream L.O.X.
  • 13 U Told Me
  • 14 Brains... (take: 1) (skit)
  • 15 Ryde or Die, Bitch
  • 16 Bring It On
  • 17 If You Know
  • 18 We Are the Streets

  • Release information
    label: Interscope Records
    country(area): United States
    barcode: 606949059927
    script: Latin