Lyrics:
Bring it back tie you up
Treat you like a Chinese store
Nigga and chop you up you feel that nigga
He play around we gon' kill that nigga
How you feel
she yo girl with no diamonds and no pearls, if she loyal tell me how you feel it
Tell me how you feel when yo dawg playing snake behind yo back you see
Streets need the real right now
So Ima give it right now
I don't care how you feel right now
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
Streets need
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
letter, to the President
Shit is still fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
And it ain't gon' get better
Dear Mr. President, tell me
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yay
Ay, ay yeah yeah
Ay
I'd keep a secret, but I'm honest
If I ever go and leak it, maybe I'd just go atomic over me
can tell by how you look when I come around
Tell me would you keep it real
Explain to me how you feel
Don't tell me what I want
Hear tell me the truth
If everyone could see just how I see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets
If everyone could see just how I see
They'd
give a fuck
Like we the first ones to bomb and cuss
Nigga, tell me how you want it
How do you want it? (tell me)
How does it feel?
Comin' up
give a fuck
Like we the first ones to bomb and cuss
Nigga, tell me how you want it
How do you want it? (tell me)
How does it feel?
Comin' up
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
when it's sticky (sticky)
Can't believe you niggas tryna diss me (what?)
Show you how fast I'ma get him (on God)
Bet I find his body by three
God, tell me why the real ones die
Tell me why I still get high
Tell me why I feel much pain but I still won't cry
Tell me why the streets on fire
up my colon (up my colon)
It's crazy how the streets want me (want me)
The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets
(The streets want me
Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop
Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
(We know how you be doing it baby) How
feel me?
I'm a young black brother
So these motherfucker fear me
June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets
Did 2 months in the county and
I opt to the beat
a clean record
Gave him the lane to go from street coke
To the good life of the champagne it's
Also a play on how he
Makes money off records, his albums
Are
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
to me or somethin'
Fuck it, to keep it 100
You're nil to me, that's nothing
Heard they been raisin' raisins down on Grape Street, that's crazy right?
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
classy, gold hand bone, mama said I'm too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
never speak
You will never get rich proving shit to the streets
So when you think about it tell me what the feels about
I ain't stopping you that's you
that
I only want you more which means that
If I can't feel for me then I can't feel for you
And it only hurts because I wanna love you
But I can't and I
than, who hotter than me?
Nigga who hotter than me?
(Ha, ha)
How you feel hater's, ya hatin? didn't work?
Thanks to ya'll I'm the hottest thing on Earth
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