Make `Em Feel It

[Hook]<br>We gon make, you niggaz feel this<br>Put your hands in the air, and pump your fists<br>Make you tear the club up everytime, we spit<br>So listen to this real shit<br><br>[H.A.W.K.]<br>I`ma make `em feel it, like you feel the holy spirit<br>When you hear it you fear it, and your mind can`t clear it<br>You hear it, now bob your head<br>You heard what I said, get wild like a bull seeing red<br>Why you acting like you scared, throw your hands in the air<br>And shake your derriere, for this Southside playa<br>Beware, of the lyric content<br>Cause shit is my scent, and it`s highly evident<br>These cats got me bent, they must be crazy<br>I rock like Jay-Z, and these labels they pay me<br>You lazy, and out of your belligerent mind<br>To think your cash flow, is equivalent to mine<br>I done waste time, on wine and dine<br>I spit rhymes and grind, and meet my deadline<br>I`m smart like Einstein, the savior of mankind<br>I flow like enzymes, and I`ll blow your mind<br><br>[Hook]<br>We gon make, you niggaz feel this<br>Put your hands in the air, and pump your fists<br>Make you tear the club up everytime, we spit<br>Cause we gon make you feel this<br>We gon make, you niggaz feel this<br>Put your hands in the air, and pump your fists<br>Make you tear the club up everytime, we spit<br>So listen to this real shit<br><br>[Trae]<br>Ain`t no fucking with us, take it out cock it we bust<br>Deep down in Texas we tough, tear the club up niggaz we rough<br>You don`t wanna plex with us, raw and untamed better ride with a AK<br>Keep a bitch nigga saying mayday, and I will spray for the pay day<br>In the worst way like a Maab nigga, for the eight nigga I`ma split a nigga<br>Like a throwed verse, lyrically leaving a nigga in a hearse<br>I`m a thug and a renogator, and a Southside hood waver<br>A 84 block skater, and a bad ass bitch invader<br>We so thoed but solo, united for cash<br>When I`m in my fo`-do` my trunk glow, with S.U.C. on my dash<br>At a club we roam knocks, in the hood we bleed blocks<br>In a car we ride drops, on cock with a missing top<br>Lil` Trae Guerilla Maab, with H-A-W-K<br>From red to blue or grey, my niggaz we don`t play<br>From shining to throwing bows, we platinum on down to gold<br>And living out of control, to keep it crunk fa sho<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[H.A.W.K.]<br>Abra-cadabra, hocus pocus<br>Sit back and feel, this explosive dose<br>A lyrical hypnosis, is what I put you in<br>And time and time again, I do damage with a pen<br>A lyrical time bomb, and I`m bound to get you sprung<br>And if you ain`t feeling this, then your body is numb<br>Like Nelly I`m number one, or numero uno<br>The size of a sumo, more vicious than Kujo<br>More styles than judo, and I got room to throw<br>I`m thugging like Fat Joe, and I`m watching my thoed grow<br>I move in slow-mo, and blowing on do-do<br>On 20`s and squatted low, and on locks I tip-toe<br>And for my lil bro, I`ma mash the gas<br>Collect the cash, and move the Benz up another class<br>The greatest like Ali, on the grind like Bun-B<br>And the words that I use, make you say golly<br><br>[Hook]