Can You Feel It
Haaaaaa, & it don't stop & 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 & 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 & 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, & 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 & your style is seconds
What punk, boy i'll box ya up
Plus my rhymes is sicker than them kids in somalia
Chorus
