boy [Chorus] Tell me how I feel Tell me how I feel to be real Tell me how I feel to bust steel Nigga tell me how I feel Tell me how it feels to get treal
strict ! Eliminate the poverty disease And we'll start rapping 'bout birds and trees you can get shot no matter how much fucking cash you got you can
, you talking funny, would you fucking with the franchise? I decide how much you form the shit we let ride I gave niggas your first startup Showed you how
up/ All my thugs, I salute you, stay true/ An all my love, I send to you/ This one here's for you, and you/ We still love you so you know it's all good
Frisco Bay, With 40 and Mac Dre. Eat it or forever lose a piece of your meal to me or one of my folk, Drake'll give you the deal. If bein' broke at 30
face and bob my head to the song Fall through the door with a smirk, haters feelings gettin' hurt 'Cause I pulled that main skirt, Mac Dre on my shirt You
Yeah baby, just trip that body and sing along wit me, come on I know you've been searchin' for someone who satisfies you And gives you so much more I know you
you lil' dudes how to cook a square And how to grind it to the limit when you push it, yeah You don't want it with Sig', I pull your card out You ain
Remy XO and a couple of the red bulls We stay poppin pills just to feel the thizz effect I represent for the Yay! and Mac Dre what did you expect?
then bust a rhyme, you know I won't quit it Am I lyin', Ren ? [MC Ren: Man, you know you're witty] Your request is clear, that you're givin' Without Eazy E you
face I tattoe Dre name on my chest Cross it out just another nigga that I X-ed huh And you won't see R.I.P. You'll see P.N.D. A Punk nigga deceased
I tattooed Dre name on my chest Cross it out just another nigga that I X-ed, huh And you won't see R.I.P., you'll see P.N.D. A punk nigga deceased,
Bunch How y'all feel yourselves? Should kill yourselves, us Cowboys don't need you, you Bill Parcells And you ain't got to empty your pockets when the K's out Whatever you
Over and over again, and again Yo, when you hear talk of the south side, you hear talk of the team See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme For all you
and over again, and again Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme For all you
with the game, my homie said feel my pain Some say that he might rise again Put your flame to the sky, and strike ya lighters For Mac Dre just one moment
XO and a couple of the red bulls We stay poppin pills just to feel the thizz effect I represent for the Yay! and Mac Dre what did you expect? [Chorus
rings 'cause real playa's do real things [foxy] Real nigga's do real things Nana got her eyes on you See that's how I plays Kinda feeling baby boy since
