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Beanie Sigel

I'm Feeling It

 

I'm Feeling It

(альбом: Public Enemy #1 - 2005)


Uh-huh, uh-huh (Yeah)
Yeah, it's ya boy Sigel, man
I'm sipping on that thick juice, my speech slurred (It's coming, niggas)
Feeling like I want to feel
(It's coming, niggas)
Had about, four xannies
Philly niggas
I just feel like talking shit
Let me just get on some shit
He's back
(Here comes the pain)

Mob hat with the feather in it
Purple label pendulum rim, who the fuck look better in it?
Off the rack, shit, I'm never in it
In my back, double holsters, strapped with the sevens in it
(Green Lantern)
Chea, you fucking can't miss him
He's the heavyset rap Sam Christian
The small of my back, berretta hold eleven in
When clip meet the handle you niggas meet the devil in it
Come on
When my finger marry the trigger, six niggas carry a nigga
Sit him in the dirt, bury a nigga
Get your casket silked up
Church baskets filled up, when I'm strapped and peeled up
Ah-hah, who the fuck want to war with him?
Grip the 14", ten paces and draw with him
Yeah, until I'm locked in the clank
I'm going hard, I'm bullying like Shaq in the paint
Haha
You niggas thought you was but you ain't
You fuckas thought you could but you can't
Nope
Go the distance, my gun's too long
My lungs too strong, I'm so persistent
My second wind just kicked in
Like Biggie with the 44 and his foot to the door
B.I
You niggas can't do nothing with the bull
When I'm [?] like Tony with a desk full of raw
My little friend blow a whole through your door
Hit you niggas in your chest, knock your ass through the floor
You guessed it, I'm back on my Mack shit
That two gat shit, spin your ass backwards
Come on, man
Niggas running like the beam won't chase 'em
Sig' call for guns like I'm running through the Matrix
[?]
Hov got the blueprint, you traced it
I just got on my new shit and laced it
Ah-ah
You know the basics, basement shit
Dig in the crate shit, my back in the day shit
My MAC-10, Desert Eag', AK shit
Stick and move, bob and weave, Cassius Clay shit
Take a loss no day shit
I'm a boss, you need a job, I can place you on the day shift
P.E., number one of the state, kid
After me, there should be no replacements

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