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[Featuring: B-Legit]
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
Tha murder weapon
Cappinâ off safety
Keep one in tha chamber
Youâre life is in danger
(boyowh!) call me noah âcause Iâm floating cross
Tha river droppinâ g ****
With moâ locls than a Steven Segal
(boyaaa!) peep this
From tha unforgiven mask murderer
Handcuffing tha m-i-c
Serving *****s like milky dâs
Moâ actionâs than Jackson
You never breth again like Toni Braxton
When Iâm maxing
Shooting rhymes like John Paxton
And donât forget
Tha lights on tha camera
So I lick âem
Stick âem
Did âem
Dun âem
Get moâ mellow than I trail âem
To tha darkside
And make âem evacuate with tha swiftness
Killinâ my fatal flow with tha quickness
You relly donât wanna see me and my flow
(you donât wanna see me, you donât wanna see me)
âcause I can play it like
Casper
Get real and
Then Iâm ghost
All I want to know
Can you feel it?
*****!
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
***** who tha **** you talkinâ to?
Talkinâ yo *** mutha****aâ
Youâs got no clue
Iâll be your huckleberry (huckleberry)
Tha black doc holiday
I doâs me? with my stainless steel plates
Serial number scratch off must be a throw away
Mutha****az expect me to come soft
But fool Iâm here to stay
(gunshots)
Blow, bllaarraah, muth****az, blast mutha****ers
(gunshots end)
Release tha tec
No chop to tha bank
Itâs hot
No rock ânâ jock
You big bullies done turned a semi automatic
Into a fully
I like tha times with my social thugs
Stay away from tha
Brushing up on my shooting skillz
Private property land
Aiming at acorns coke bottles and aluminum cans
Walkinâ around this mutha****a with ya lips
Closed out
Fools know wut Iâm about
Mutha**** you!
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
Verse 3: spice-1
A whu, a whu
A 1-2-3
Itâs tha motha****inâ killa
Bailinâ up out tha caddy
With tha infrared up on my milla
Meet ya motha****inâ head up
With the barrel up in his mouth
Creepinâ up in ya ****inâ house
Leave ya brain on tha couch
Just some sick ****
From some *****s
Who really donât give a ****
1990-sick up on this album all you snitches duck
Triple gold knack off
Be holdin my tire on
****inâ with tha alcohol, tobacco and tha firearm
My ***** e-4-0
Double jeff
And kyoz
You way off
And hoes like a fro
You gunn stay soft
Thatâs why Iâm pickinâ on ya ***
Ya phony *****
East bay gangstas for life
Str8 1-8-7 killas
Yeah man
We just take âem got âem
Put tha barrel in they mouth and just blaw!
Just takinâ motha****inâ brains out like that
âcause really donât give a ****
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(can you feel it baby?)
Ugh, yeah
(I want to know)
- Album:
- Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire
- Down And Dirty
- Charlie Hustle: Blueprint Of A Self-Made Millionaire
- In a Major Way
- Tha Hall of Game
- The Element Of Surprise
- The Hall of Game
- The Ball Street Journal
- The Ball Street Journal (Deluxe Version)
- The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 1, 2 & 3
- The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 1
- The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 1,2, And 3
- The Block Brochure: Jumbo Pack (All Six Albums)
- Connected and Respected