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Feel Me
Tommy Wright III
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Aye, who all goin'? Who all goin'?
You goin'? Come on
You gon' have to be down to ride my nigga
Cause ain't no guarantee we gon' make it back
Ya feel me?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
How many motherfuckin' niggas ridin' with us?
Mack haters and potaters wanna kill me (kill me)
So all these motherfuckin' bitches better feel me (feel me)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
How many motherfuckin' niggas ridin' with us?
Mack haters and potaters wanna kill me (kill me)
So all these motherfuckin' bitches better feel me (feel me)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
How many motherfuckin' niggas ridin' with us?
Mack haters and potaters wanna kill me (kill me)
So all these motherfuckin' bitches better feel me (feel me)
Get up out of my spot
Before I hit you with a soap in the sock
And you be hopin' I stop
Like I be leavin' blood clots
When I pop out my Glock
That'll leave you in a state of shock
I bet they catch you on my corner block (good night)
Playa you give us the rocks
Up out that matchbox
At all hours 'round the clock
'Fore we makin' choppers
Ain't no tellin' when I click
Milla fuzzy apple spots
Hot lookin' like an undercover knock
Must be a crooked coppa
Either that or a crime stoppa
Pimped up like Jimmy Hoffa
Before I die drop props
Like Pac and Big Poppa, baby
'Fore I finish and I be leavin' hemorrhages
Up in a nigga's brain
Before you gain I be bringin' the pain
Ain't a shame the way a nigga maintain in the game
And I'm out for more money like Damien Wayne
Nigga feel me, deal with me, while I'm in my blessings
Blood, cuz, cuz
You never know when you gotta go
So long as I'm livin' you need to show a nigga love
Scrubs are the niggas that's standin' up
Obstacles, flow stoppable
I know you haters got to kill me
Hoes been dubbed
Some poppin' out slugs
All you jealous motherfuckin' bitches gotta feel me
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
How many motherfuckin' niggas ridin' with us?
Mack haters and potaters wanna kill me (kill me)
So all these motherfuckin' bitches better feel me (feel me)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
How many motherfuckin' niggas ridin' with us?
Mack haters and potaters wanna kill me (kill me)
So all these motherfuckin' bitches better feel me (feel me)
Criminal man, it is the lady mack up in here
The bitch is afraid of what I'm puttin' on the map, ho
But if you lackin' wanna pack this nigga jealous to the spell
I gotta get it while you fiendin' for it's gone though
Cause I'ma drop it like a pin on the floor
No ho will never see me creepin' on another just to get mine
I'm not a hater but I fuck with the playa
So we showin' the pistols off about a motherfuckin' dollar sign
And I'ma lay it like it's 'posed to be laid
The money in your pocket, Gipp, there's no money to be paid
So what the fuck is Gippin' Gippin' tryna pop it on me?
The one you need to shoot it to is to them niggas on the street team
The damn set up as you haters can feel it
But all you niggas won't kill it
I must be righteous in the rap game
This game'll never change, thang ain't no thang
Use up all I know for cheeba whips just to maintain
So when you see a nigga show me some love
I'm makin' scrubs, give me dub like a motherfuckin' silver five
So why you lookin' at a nigga so funny?
You stupid bitch you must forgot you on a motherfuckin' playa's time
So why you makin' all them fuckin' accusations?
I'm bout to make you leave the pool at the tone and kill me
I'ma say it once and say it again
I'm never havin' no friends so all you bitches need to feel me
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
How many motherfuckin' niggas ridin' with us?
Mack haters and potaters wanna kill me (kill me)
So all these motherfuckin' bitches better feel me (feel me)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
How many motherfuckin' niggas ridin' with us?
Mack haters and potaters wanna kill me (kill me)
So all these motherfuckin' bitches better feel me (feel me)
Know you busta ass nigga
When I catch yo ass I'ma pull the trigga
Got somethin' to give ya
A nine millimeter bullet by nigga
So don't try to hide yourself from death cause here it come
To attack you with flashbacks
If I was to be dumb
So you best believe
When you hear that twelve gauge start to bust
It's psycho sho' nuff
Finna knock these bitches dicks in the dust
Now you better think twice
When you talkin' 'bout fuckin' with Tommy III
Cause he's on that Hennessy
Finna fuck off in Tennessee
Got robbers and killas, dope dealers, niggas who tote them tones
Got bitches who gank the niggas who ride around flexin' chrome
Penitentiary bars they soft with psychotic niggaros
Got Tommy III psycho loco the loc'll wreck you hoes
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
How many motherfuckin' niggas ridin' with us?
Mack haters and potaters wanna kill me (kill me)
So all these motherfuckin' bitches better feel me (feel me)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
How many motherfuckin' niggas ridin' with us?
Mack haters and potaters wanna kill me (kill me)
So all these motherfuckin' bitches better feel me (feel me)
Said them niggas better feelin' me
Instead of tryin' to killin' me
They know that we sinisters
And they wanna come against us
In the middle of the night
It's Tommy Wright just shootin' pistols
Nigga get my set together
Man they tellin' just to hate on my city
Cause it's a murder
Can't explain it no further
Gotta leave the scene
I'm grinnin' but I'm trendin'
All my money, look at me
Finna pull this motherfuckin' eight to the R 15
One shot leave you shakin' like a tambourine
Triple beam dreams got me schemin' for more
Payin' off got me broke
Stock and sold like OJ
I'm here to regain it
Up in this game and maintain it
And I can go back to slangin'
So motherfuck what a ho say
Finna put it down for niggas off in my city
They keep on wonderin'
What is the game that Tommy claim red or blue love?
Tommy neutral and it crucial
Cause I never scream bitch or loser
Or be yellin' and never scream cripple, blood, hush
The only color that I represent is the green
For the G throwin' up my three
Since I'm the third
I know you heard about all them cases
And the time that was wasted
That your nigga Tommy spent incarcerated
Got a hundred of my niggas depended on me
The pressure's on my shoulder
Gettin' older, A double deuce I need you
Don't bitch out on me now that way these haters wanna kill me
My mama will never be able to hear me
Nigga feel me
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
How many motherfuckin' niggas ridin' with us?
Mack haters and potaters wanna kill me (kill me)
So all these motherfuckin' bitches better feel me (feel me)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
How many motherfuckin' niggas ridin' with us?
Mack haters and potaters wanna kill me (kill me)
So all these motherfuckin' bitches better feel me (feel me)
Feel me before they kill me
Feel me before they kill me
Feel me before they kill me
Feel me before they kill me
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