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Ugh, yeah (can you feel it baby?) Ugh, yeah (can you feel it baby?) Ugh, yeah (I want to know) Here I come steppin' Tha murder weapon Cappin' off safety Keep one in tha chamber Nigga Your life is in danger (boyowh!) call me noah 'cause I'm floating cross Tha river droppin' g shit With mo' kicks than a Steven Segal (boyaaa!) peep this From tha unforgiven mask murderer Handcuffing tha m-I-c Serving niggas like miky d's Mo' action's than jackson You never breath again like Toni Braxton When I'm maxing Shooting rhymes like John Paxton And don't forget Tha lights on tha camera Letras de cancionesSo I lick 'em Stick 'em Did 'em Dun 'em Get mo' mellow than I trail 'em To tha darkside And make 'em evacuate with tha swiftness Killin' my fatal flow with tha quickness Ugh! You really don't wanna see me and my flow (you don't wanna see me, you don't wanna see me) 'cause I can play it like Casper Get real and Then I'm ghost All I want to know Fool! Can you feel it? Nigga! (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) Uuh! ? Nigga who tha fuck you talkin' to? Talkin' yo ass muthafucka' You's got no clue I'll be your huckleberry (huckleberry) Tha black doc holiday I do's me ? with my stainless steel plates Serial number scratch off must be a throw away Muthafuckaz expect me to come soft But fool I'm here to stay (gunshots) Blow, bllaarraah, muthafuckaz, blast muthafuckers (gunshots end) Release tha tec No chop to tha bank It's hot No rock 'n' 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 Walkin' around this muthafucka with ya lips Closed out Fools know wut I'm about Muthafuck 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 It's tha mothafuckin' killa Bailin' up out tha caddy With tha infrared up on my milla Meet ya mothafuckin' head up With the barrel up in his mouth Creepin' up in ya fuckin' house Leave ya brain on tha couch Just some sick shit From some niggas Who really don't give a fuck 1990-sick up on this album all you snitches duck Blaw! Triple gold knack off Be holdin my tire on Fuckin' with tha alcohol, tobacco and tha firearm My nigga e-4-0 Double jeff And kyoz You way off And hoes like a fro You gunn stay soft That's why I'm pickin' on ya ass Ya phony nigga East bay gangstas for life Str8 1-8-7 killas Blaw! Yeah man We just take 'em got 'em Put tha barrel in they mouth and just blaw! Man Just takin' mothafuckin' brains out like that 'cause really don't give a fuck Blaw! (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) From Letras Mania