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Feel It

Artist:Buckshot  Album:The BDI Thug 

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(Swan) Yo, take a walk through the Terror Dome Instead of duckin little niggas, gettin live when they hear the chrome Where them dollars at? What, nigga holla back Is what they screamin, ice gleamin on Jumanji plaque Here to rat-a-tat-tat, on a regular Money exchangin, rearrangin on a cellular We do it up in a Benz or a hoop dog Smokin black, listenin to Snoop Dogg We them troops dog, that be runnin up, summin up ya money block Smack you all up in your funny top, guns cock In the drop top, headed to the chop shop Gettin ten grand, cuz the handle on your lock pop (Chorus 2X) Throw ya hands in the sky if you feelin this You can roll a bag of la if you feelin it You can bump it in ya ride, you can park up on the side You can bump to the vibe, if you feelin this (Buckshot) I'm high when I know I'm sweatin, plus I'm gettin Ready to set like Nino Brown at the wedding You a New Jack, this ain't a City What a pity, I fuck around, I have to give you fifty And if I take 49, and you're left with one See the one that jammed in ya ear, made ya deaf son Take ya breath son, nah, here's the oxygen Fuck it, bring the muthafuckin glocks again Throw ya hands up, when I spit six to tear ya man up Now you can't stand up, fucked your whole plan up Every time the gun jam up, the back slam up Upside ya head, give me my respects (Tone Cappone) Yo, there's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide Don't no one survive, the toast

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