Feel It Lyrics - Singles - Buckshot

[swan] 

Yo, take a walk through the terror dome 

Instead of duckin little niggas, gettin live when they hear the chrome 

Where them dollars at? what, nigga holla back 

Is what they screamin, ice gleamin on jumanji plaque 

Here to rat-a-tat-tat, on a regular 

Money exchangin, rearrangin on a cellular 

We do it up in a benz or a hoop dog 

Smokin black, listenin to snoop dogg 

We them troops dog, that be runnin up, summin up ya money block 

Smack you all up in your funny top, guns cock 

In the drop top, headed to the chop shop 

Gettin ten grand, 'cause the handle on your lock pop 

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[chorus 2x] 

Throw ya hands in the sky if you feelin this 

You can roll a bag of la if you feelin it 

You can bump it in ya ride, you can park up on the side 

You can bump to the vibe, if you feelin this 

[buckshot] 

I'm high when I know I'm sweatin, plus I'm gettin 

Ready to set like nino brown at the wedding 

You a new jack, this ain't a city 

What a pity, I fuck around, I have to give you fifty 

And if I take 49, and you're left with one 

See the one that jammed in ya ear, made ya deaf son 

Take ya breath son, nah, here's the oxygen 

Fuck it, bring the muthafuckin glocks again 

Throw ya hands up, when I spit six to tear ya man up 

Now you can't stand up, fucked your whole plan up 

Every time the gun jam up, the back slam up 

Upside ya head, give me my respects 

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[tone cappone] 

Yo, there's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide 

Don't no one survive, the toast on my side, we both gonna die 

A nigga and his man tried to front, they both in disguise 

See before jesus, the only man chosen was i 

And you can a dream or a nightmare, and I'm right there 

Standin over there, wit a bead and a mic there 

Puff there, hype there, russell there, mike there 

All them niggas watch me embarrass you, right there 

From brook-nam to queens, all the way to yonkers and back 

Anywhere you go, you see the knights only attack 

Niggas flipped it on they back, enormin this tracks 

We bombin these cats, like u.s. was bombin iraq 

[chorus 2x] 

[sweet mellodye] 

A real hard head makes a real soft ass 

I thought I told these muthafuckas they ain't in our class 

Quick fast, I strip them from they stripes, snatch they thug patch 

Fuck that, I make 'em run and get they wife and come back 

You dumb black, bum raps is what y'all got 

It'll take a forest fire, just to make ya hot 

And I ain't got no time for them weak ass rhymes 

And then, when you spittin it's three and four at a time 

Come on now, I hate to be rude and shit 

But it's only a chosen few that can do this shit 

I thought you knew this shit, and ran through this shit 

But you still sample shit, and gettin sued and shit 

You know you makin me sick, like the flu and shit 

And stage ya monkey ass, leave the zoo and shit 

You see I rule wit shit, wit any bit I spit 

That rap crack, you phat, ain't all that and shit 

[chorus 2x]