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My home boys might squabble but we don't fall downYeah, my home boys might squabble but we don't fall downYeah, my home boys might squabble but we don't fall downWestside, westsidePart two of the war, bring it, let's do it, huh huhCross this nigga here, now Biggie, tell me who do you fear?Ain't a livin' soul breathin' shall pump no fear hereMy last four flashed then I mashed his assBastard, fuck with me, bet I blast your assSo many follow but can't reach me, caught in a mazeCatch 'em mimickin' my style, tryin' to walk this wayImpossible, my posse droppin' you, we Death Row ridersNo need to beg, motherfucker, ain't no mercy inside usFeeling blessed, the richer I get the more I stressSmokin' lye watchin' time fly, waitin' for deathDear God, I been feelin' like I'm close to JesusParanoid with my pistols close, smokin' treesKeep my eyes on my foes, those close to meLetras de cancionesWatchin' niggas catch strays, shake, choke an' bleed meA mercenary for the streets, check my pedigreeBustin' motherfuckers, it's the thug in meNow niggas talk a lotta bad boy shitThen get to squealin'Bitch made catchin' feelin'Outlaw niggas, are you ready to clown?My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall downScreamin', "Bye bye bitches, untouchable sound"Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your townCatchin' feelinsOutlaw niggas, are you ready to clown?My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall downScreamin', "Bye bye bitches, untouchable sound"Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your townCatchin' feelinsYeah, Napolean, picture me sippin' on one five oneDrunk than a motherfucker, droppin' my gunOr as high as a kite, hittin' hoes for funBut that ain't me, dog, my mind's now clearAn' that ain't fair, dog, your heart pump fearIn the state I guessYou better hide nigga truth is nearAn' you know just as well I doYou ain't no killer, so kill that you wouldn't kill if you had toWe might wobble but we don't fall downWe take the gospel from Makaveli, pass it aroundAh, shit, we gonna taste the powerWe started the thug trend, the game is oursNow we coast together, put our thoughts togetherWon't question will we die together'Cause the hour is soon to comeKadafi trained soldier, I show you how to use your gun, bring itOutlaw niggas, are you ready to clown?My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall downScreamin', "Bye bye bitches, untouchable sound"Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your townCatchin' feelinsOutlaw niggas, are you ready to clown?My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall downScreamin', "Bye bye bitches, untouchable sound"Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your townCatchin' feelins, feelins catchin' feelinsWe yellin', "M A D E N I double G A, motherfuckers"An' we here to stay, from curb surfin'We workin' the industry, you kiddin' meIt's really nothin' to me an' my king, you seeWe in the big things, eat a dick, man,If your hatin', we gone ride, 'til the wheels fall off, pay attentionScreamin', "Bye bye bitches, untouchable sound"Ride or die niggas, an' we huntin' you downRepresentin' all the real niggas stuck in the trapBangin' out with the po' po', tryin' to get to some mo'Street life, young strugglers racin' the clockAin't no tellin' when it all can end, roll or rockAin't no world with feelings, this a man's world, youngin'But the bitches' in business, so learn a lil' somethin'And stop runnin' your mouth, you're on the verge of squealin'Bitch made catchin' feelings, niggaOutlaw niggas, are you ready to clown?My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall downScreamin', "Bye bye bitches, untouchable sound"Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your townCatchin' feelinsOutlaw niggas, are you ready to clown?My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall downScreamin', "Bye bye bitches, untouchable sound"Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your townCatchin' feelinsEverybody's a gangsta but don't put in workInstead of puttin' on the armor, niggas put on skirtsThese drugs ain't helpin', it only makin' it worseAn' the streets ain't got nothin' for me but herbsI can't trust the church or the mobsI can only trust God an' to tell you the truthI gotta ride, I only roll with the real'Cause rollin' with the fake got my loved ones killedOutlaw niggas, are you ready to clown?My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall downScreamin', "Bye bye bitches, untouchable sound"Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your townCatchin' feelinsOutlaw niggas, are you ready to clown?My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall downScreamin', "Bye bye bitches, untouchable sound"Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your townCatchin' feelinsOutlaw niggas, are you ready to clown?My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall downScreamin', "Bye bye bitches, untouchable sound"Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your townCatchin' feelinsOutlaw niggas, are you ready to clown?My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall downScreamin', "Bye bye bitches, untouchable sound"Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your townCatchin' feelins
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"Catchin Feelins" as written by Tupac Amaru Shakur, Mutah W. Beale, Rufus Lee Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge, Marvin Darrell Harper, Kamil Beale
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