I just want y'all niggas to feel me..you feel me? Yeah.. Verse 1: Dwelling with my killers, smoking good, blowin' on that killa, word on the streets niggas
though mad niggas hate it, I remain the most anticipated Those glad a nigga made it, blast your nickel-plateds And salute the realness 'cause mad niggas
from the old to the new school big black skinny nigga 6'4" with the .44 got the slow flow it sound like coke dough in the Benzo smokin on Coco my blood niggas
all my big body medium and slim body Chaka queens A hip hop nigga rocking in reggae scene Arms out, skin out, synchronized as he rock to the beat And
clown, so bow down (Jay-Z) Brothers can beg and borrow Still feel sorrow When Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in that ass Better luck tomorrow I'm too much, nigga
ass niggas After you you're gonna get scared next, and if ya squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz A tech nine is my utensil Fillin' niggas
for rule saying his last goodbye This is Exodus, this been a hell of a ride From Vinni Venni Vicci to Blood In His Eye In the next plan in time I've seen the rock
off Hot as Piggly Wiggly, can't Kermit the frog dog Gucci on fiya like mojo crack pot Fell ova a joint like back like crack rock Money stupid dumb just like cold blood
, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face And the homie Har'ron rest in peace Big Jay from Cappinella Park He used to blaze with his nephew after dark On and on, rocking
'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask
everytime we show up (sho nuff) [Verse - Chamillionaire] Yeah, you know it's on tonight I got 'em strippin for my tip when I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 Tuesdays nigga
lose nigga ,so don't snooze nigga I'm telling yous nigga, just pay your dues nigga Respect my mother fucking style of rap Murder your mic and your unborn child This ain't wild just how niggas
ain't ready for the heavy, so I'll keep it light as jogging gear I don't want the throne, I want the helicopter rocking chair Jay gave me a co-sign like
shit down/ And to the world we was Bonnie & Clyde and everything my nigga Jay said I'm ready to ride/ Then I became the sky rocket of fame and 2 million
to DJ with bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his 'cause Bloods gonna get ya Bloods Bloods Bloods
no cash nigga? Say my name now that's your fucking ass nigga Kept your mouth shut and I gave you a pass nigga Now I gotta lay you down like the last nigga
them three, I take over the whole strip, no shit, the skinny nigga is no bitch, know this, I'm so loyal to my [Cali Niggas] Jay-Rock [Screwed] ------