Lirik Lagu Feel Me - Master P
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(feat. Pop)
[Chorus 4X: Master P]I won't stop 'til they feel me dawgThey can't knock a nigga hustle they gotta kill me dawg
[Master P]You can find me on the block my niggaAin't nuttin changed, still runnin from the cops my niggaI feel like B.I.G. and 'Pac my nigga"All Eyez on Me," but I got this niggaP. Miller shoes, camou' top my niggaI'm from the hood so I'm strapped with two glocks my niggaYou wanna scrap but I don't box my niggaBlack Sopranos up in here and you get popped my niggaI told Bob hold me a spot my niggaCase these industry bitches try to stop a niggaTry to sue me but I'm on top my niggaBentley Coupe, P. Miller rims, convertible top my niggaKeep my enemies close and watch my friendsAnd I'ma rep the New No Limit 'til the casket bendWe did it once, we'll do it againI don't follow I lead my nigga I set trends
[Chorus]
[Pop]Yo, all you blacks in white, I promise you these two techs createenough firepower to make a coward's chest deflateSee Poppa pull up to yo' sets and spray, so you ain't gotta beon public housing to get yo' section ate/eight - ayyyyNow 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 prontoFo' my guns blow and leave cats wetter than panchosThe head honcho, from low peels to sex or grassI bleed on blocks like tampons and maxi-padsUntil I'm sleepin on stacks of cash - my triggersare like niggaz around strippers they'll snap ya assKeep actin bad, the two-buck can eat ya whole crew upSo you ain't gotta come down to Houston to get Screwed UpI move more yellow on the block than a school busSo if you need a clique to hate on then don't choose us
[Chorus]
[Chorus 4X: Master P]I won't stop 'til they feel me dawgThey can't knock a nigga hustle they gotta kill me dawg
[Master P]You can find me on the block my niggaAin't nuttin changed, still runnin from the cops my niggaI feel like B.I.G. and 'Pac my nigga"All Eyez on Me," but I got this niggaP. Miller shoes, camou' top my niggaI'm from the hood so I'm strapped with two glocks my niggaYou wanna scrap but I don't box my niggaBlack Sopranos up in here and you get popped my niggaI told Bob hold me a spot my niggaCase these industry bitches try to stop a niggaTry to sue me but I'm on top my niggaBentley Coupe, P. Miller rims, convertible top my niggaKeep my enemies close and watch my friendsAnd I'ma rep the New No Limit 'til the casket bendWe did it once, we'll do it againI don't follow I lead my nigga I set trends
[Chorus]
[Pop]Yo, all you blacks in white, I promise you these two techs createenough firepower to make a coward's chest deflateSee Poppa pull up to yo' sets and spray, so you ain't gotta beon public housing to get yo' section ate/eight - ayyyyNow 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 prontoFo' my guns blow and leave cats wetter than panchosThe head honcho, from low peels to sex or grassI bleed on blocks like tampons and maxi-padsUntil I'm sleepin on stacks of cash - my triggersare like niggaz around strippers they'll snap ya assKeep actin bad, the two-buck can eat ya whole crew upSo you ain't gotta come down to Houston to get Screwed UpI move more yellow on the block than a school busSo if you need a clique to hate on then don't choose us
[Chorus]
