Feel Me-Master p

　　　 Artist：master p Songs Title：feel me I won't stop 'til they feel me dawg They can't knock a ni**a hustle they gotta kill me dawg You can find me on the block my ni**a Ain't nuttin changed, still runnin from the cops my ni**a I feel like B.I.G. and 'Pac my ni**a ＂All Eyez on Me,＂ but I got this ni**a P. Miller shoes, camou' top my ni**a I'm from the hood so I'm strapped with two glocks my ni**a You wanna scrap but I don't box my ni**a Black Sopranos up in here and you get popped my ni**a I told Bob hold me a spot my ni**a Case these industry b**ches try to stop a ni**a Try to sue me but I'm on top my ni**a Bentley Coupe, P. Miller rims, convertible top my ni**a 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 ni**a I set trends 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 a** 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