Can You Feel It

Haaaaaa, and it don't stop and it don't stop

Rugged child got the world prop nigga

Can you feel it

Can you feel it

(do i gotta cock my pistol?)



[shyheim]

I be notorious like that nigga big smalls

Plus i keep it raw live illegal like jamal

If ya act up you get shot up

What the blood? i represent thugs (you know it)

Y'all know my style, bring it to man, woman and child

Buckwild juvenile (rugged child break it down)

Jiggers they stick close like crews

You never see me spendin cash rules on you fools

Cause i don't love you hoes (why not)

A lot of y'all cross be laws like got

A nigga like me keep it real, word to jesus

Respect to the real woman, fuck you skeezers



Chorus: (2x)

Can you feel it

Can you feel it

(or do i gotta cock my pistol?)



I'm a juvenile deliquent, i keeps a cocked biscuit

Moet and alize be gettin a nigga lifted

And when i'm high my mouth is dry

I'm not from the sky

But a nigga for the eye he better do or die

Clack-clack, that's all you hear up in the dark

Blaka-blaka, and then two bright sparks

The boy fall down while screamin police

Wooo jiggy comin, but them no worry me see

A criminal for bein crimi-nal

No matter who, what, how, when or where it goes down

A dramalord plus a punany don

In '95 i'ma max like nissan

I'ma max, get it, max, i'ma, max-ima, well come along

I take you through another chamber, let me pick

36 wu-tang? yeah that be that shit



Chorus



So i creep ooohhhhhh i roll deep like f.o.i.'s

Recognize or get paralyzed

I drop jewels like a nervous appraiser

A hell raiser, engrave my logo in your back player

I bring the pain in many different methods

Similar to the lethal injection and your style is seconds

What punk, boy i'll box ya up

Plus my rhymes is sicker than them kids in somalia



Chorus


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