Feel It

[Swan]<br>Yo, take a walk through the Terror Dome<br>Instead of duckin little niggas, gettin live when they hear the chrome<br>Where them dollars at? What, nigga holla back<br>Is what they screamin, ice gleamin on Jumanji plaque<br>Here to rat-a-tat-tat, on a regular<br>Money exchangin, rearrangin on a cellular<br>We do it up in a Benz or a hoop dog<br>Smokin black, listenin to Snoop Dogg<br>We them troops dog, that be runnin up, summin up ya money block<br>Smack you all up in your funny top, guns cock<br>In the drop top, headed to the chop shop<br>Gettin ten grand, cuz the handle on your lock pop<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br>Throw ya hands in the sky if you feelin this<br>You can roll a bag of la if you feelin it<br>You can bump it in ya ride, you can park up on the side<br>You can bump to the vibe, if you feelin this<br><br>[Buckshot]<br>I`m high when I know I`m sweatin, plus I`m gettin<br>Ready to set like Nino Brown at the wedding<br>You a New Jack, this ain`t a City<br>What a pity, I fuck around, I have to give you fifty<br>And if I take 49, and you`re left with one<br>See the one that jammed in ya ear, made ya deaf son<br>Take ya breath son, nah, here`s the oxygen<br>Fuck it, bring the muthafuckin glocks again<br>Throw ya hands up, when I spit six to tear ya man up<br>Now you can`t stand up, fucked your whole plan up<br>Every time the gun jam up, the back slam up<br>Upside ya head, give me my respects<br><br>[Tone Cappone]<br>Yo, there`s nowhere to run, there`s nowhere to hide<br>Don`t no one survive, the toast on my side, we both gonna die<br>A nigga and his man tried to front, they both in disguise<br>See before Jesus, the only man chosen was I<br>And you can a dream or a nightmare, and I`m right there<br>Standin over there, wit a bead and a mic there<br>Puff there, Hype there, Russell there, Mike there<br>All them niggas watch me embarrass you, right there<br>From Brook-Nam to Queens, all the way to Yonkers and back<br>Anywhere you go, you see the knights only attack<br>Niggas flipped it on they back, enormin this tracks<br>We bombin these cats, like U.S. was bombin Iraq<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[Sweet Mellodye]<br>A real hard head makes a real soft ass<br>I thought I told these muthafuckas they ain`t in our class<br>Quick fast, I strip them from they stripes, snatch they thug patch<br>Fuck that, I make `em run and get they wife and come back<br>You dumb black, bum raps is what y`all got<br>It`ll take a forest fire, just to make ya hot<br>And I ain`t got no time for them weak ass rhymes<br>And then, when you spittin it`s three and four at a time<br>Come on now, I hate to be rude and shit<br>But it`s only a chosen few that can do this shit<br>I thought you knew this shit, and ran through this shit<br>But you still sample shit, and gettin sued and shit<br>You know you makin me sick, like the flu and shit<br>And stage ya monkey ass, leave the zoo and shit<br>You see I rule wit shit, wit any bit I spit<br>That rap crack, you phat, ain`t all that and shit<br><br>[Chorus 2X]