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Feelin' It - lyrics

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9 6 and forever,
rock a block
roc a fella

chorus
feelin it, feel the blast when it's time for moet
feelin it,
feel the lex pushin up on the set,
feelin it
feel the high that you get from the la
if you feel it raise your L in the sky

verse one
i keep it realer than most, i know you feelin it
kristals are nice, i'm like a toast i keep on spillin it
bonecrushers i keep 'em close i got the skill for this
on my back the flyest clothes lookin ill as shit
transactions illegitimate cuz life is still a bitch and then you die,
but for now life close your eyes and, feel this dick
since diapers had nothing to live for like them lifers but
making sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher
we paid the price to circle a success, ey turn my mic up
im bout to hit these niggas with some shit that'll light ya life up
if every nigga in your clique is rich, your clique is rugged,
nobody would fall cuz everyone would be each other's crutches,
i hope you fools choose to listen i drop jewels,
bust it, these are the rules i follow in my life , you gotta love it
jiggy jigga looking gully in the joint
if yall niggas and talkin bout large money
whats the point?

chorus

verse 2
even if it ain't sunny, hey i aint complaining
i'm in the rain doin a buck forty, hydroplanin
wit shorty
'where you disappear to son'
maintainin
puttin myself in a position most of these rappers aint in, i'm livin
the ill street blues got you hunger painin
nothin to gain and a whole lot to lose you still singin
fool
i'm thorough in every borough
my name be ringin, warmin it up for the perfect time
to hit your brain'n
you feelin it?
to all the girls that wore the girdle it took to sell my bricks
no doubt they could pass
my life is real as shit
95 south n papi on the hill and shit
and all the towns like Cambridge that i killed with shit
and all the thorough ass niggaz that i hustled with
throw ya johttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqJfhmTxWvoints in the air one time and bust ya shit
(bucka bucka)
these fake rappers can't really know i'm lovin it
ya feelin it?

chorus

verse 3

(what) yall aint hear that nigga jay hot
the kristals'll keep me wet like baywatch
i keep it tight for all the nights my mama prayed i'd stop
said she had dreams a sniper hit me with a fatal shot
those nightmares mom
those dreams that you say you got give me the chills
but these mills well they make me hot, yall don't feel me
enough to stop the illin right
but at the same time these dimes keep me feelin tight
i'm so confused
ok i'm gettin weeded now
i know i contradicted myself look i don't need that now
its just once in a blue when there's nothin to do
and the tension gets too thick for my sober mind to cut through
i get to zonin
me and a chick on a island and we're bonin
i freed my mind, sometimes i hear my self moanin
take one more toke then i leave that weed alone man,
it got me goin
(shit)

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Lyrics was added by heliik120

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