Feel Me — текст песни (Master P f 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]