Feel

Feel
The words that I spill still
You might get killed
Feel
The words that I spill still
You might get killed
Fuck these punk busters, they all phony
Plus they all knew that I was only
The boy that they wish they could be
Especially when they see them diamonds bling
But yet still they scared to do a jack move
Cause if they did they see that .44 move
So these niggas lookin stiff
I got these boys rose up on that bitch' tip
Scary ass cluckers
I wish they’d take a chance on a corner so I can bust ya
With the heat grindin´ deep while they capture
Then laugh to myself 'bout how I tapped ya
'Cross the top of ya skull
Then let you see life ain’t gotta be dull
It can be real exciting
And death can be inviting
Feel
The words that I spill still
You might get killed
Feel
The words that I spill still
You might get killed
I like to bust competition
And these bitch made niggas ain’t listening
Hundred one of these punks gone jump
So I can let that metal dump
On one of these chump-ass fools
And let my seat heat up and get cool
And let them find out that they dealin' wit' a G
A black hearted nigga that’ll leave you in the sea
And leave your bitch ass for fish food
I ain’t trippin', that’s how I do
Motherfuck a funeral
I’m trying to make sure nobody remember ya
'Cause I got no love for these marks
And I’mma let them know I’ve got heart
That’s what I’m talkin 'bout
Yeah, peep what I got
Feel
The words that I spill still
You might get killed
Feel
The words that I spill still
You might get killed