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Master P - Feel Me lyrics
(feat. Pop) [Chorus 4X: Master P] I won't stop 'til they feel me dawg They can't knock a nigga hustle they gotta kill me dawg [Master P] You can find me on the block my nigga Ain't nuttin changed, still runnin from the cops my nigga I feel like B.I.G. and 'Pac my nigga "All Eyez on Me," but I got this nigga P. Miller shoes, camou' top my nigga I'm from the hood so I'm strapped with two glocks my nigga You wanna scrap but I don't box my nigga Black Sopranos up in here and you get popped my nigga I told Bob hold me a spot my nigga Case these industry bitches try to stop a nigga Try to sue me but I'm on top my nigga Bentley Coupe, P. Miller rims, convertible top my nigga Keep my enemies close and watch my friends And I'ma rep the New No Limit 'til the casket bend We did it once, we'll do it again I don't follow I lead my nigga I set trends [Chorus] [Pop] Yo, all you blacks in white, I promise you these two techs create enough firepower to make a coward's chest deflate See Poppa pull up to yo' sets and spray, so you ain't gotta be on public housing to get yo' section ate/eight - ayyyy Now won't you chumps go dare front for? Get dumped on tryin to knock my hustle like a front do' Punk no, you better come off my bread pronto Fo' my guns blow and leave cats wetter than panchos The head honcho, from low peels to sex or grass I bleed on blocks like tampons and maxi-pads Until I'm sleepin on stacks of cash - my triggers are like niggaz around strippers they'll snap ya ass Keep actin bad, the two-buck can eat ya whole crew up So you ain't gotta come down to Houston to get Screwed Up I move more yellow on the block than a school bus So if you need a clique to hate on then don't choose us [Chorus] |
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