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| Fat Joe Miscellaneous U Feel Me [Fat Joe] Dear mama, I'm writin' you this letter from the kitchen Seems to hard, times your the only one who listens After the action, tone's still listen And you know how sometimes it gets lonely in prison Not behind bars, but between my inner self Can't trust these streets, fiends'll kill you for your wealth It seems like the game done changed, niggas ain't loyal no more Best friends act strange Did the best I could, fed the hood Went to school, showed the youth to perfect their books When my niggas got locked, up to comissary stock Visit every jail from Marcy to Comstock Now niggas wanna plot like they movin' somethin' Must wanna get shot, you ain't provin' nothin' Uhn, must of forgot all the dudes I put in If we only had a chance to review the footage You would see I'm not a nice guy after all And I fight much better when my back's to the wall I clap at your door, put your backs on the floor Wanna war with the Don? It' the wrath that you want! [Chorus: Havoc] Yo, if you feel me then feel me If you gonna kill me then kill me But I gotta let ya'll niggas know That I roll with that steel You can call me paranoid But a nigga on point And I'm thinkin' somethin' fishy If you up in my grill [Remi Martin] You wanna know what my life's like, bitch? Mine's is real, chicks talk about it I been bustin' nines for real Too many times I had to stand up on the line for meals Too many nights I done seen niggas die for real I'm striving still, everybody lies and steals It's seems like it's gotten worse since I signed my deal Ask anyone who knows me, I don't give a fuck That's my motto These motherfuckers is actin' like I just hit the lotto And now everytime I see you, "Remi where that weed at?" "Wasn't you just pregnant, bitch, where the fuckin' seed at?" Can I hold? Let me borrow, come on, I don't need that I can recall days when Remi didn't have a place to sleep at Where was you back when I was sellin' cracks and Barely fuckin' eatin', nigga, where was your ass then? Now I'm in the cut with a blunt, nigga, laughin' A Benz coup, a condo, and a check I'm steady cashin' Told ya'll niggas that I spaz over reflex Now you niggas can't pass through the PJs Fuck ya'll bitches, I don't love ya'll bitches Cause if it comes down to it, I'll slug ya'll bitches [Chorus] [Havoc] Am I holdin' it down? Afraid so, youngun Not for nothin', niggas frontin' When they claimin' you thuggin' Raw cut him, dunn, he went against the grain So fuck him, and it's real He ended up with the doctors pluggin him These streets raised me, and made me cold When there's drama like a ducthy I come ready to roll Had a passion for Henney, now I'm thuggin with Remi And Joe, give these motherfuckers somethin' to +envy+ It's sad, fuckin' ?? keep the heat on the dash It's simple, math, front get one in the ass And you laughin', your whereabouts police be askin' It baffles, cause you know these fingerprints ain't matchin' Get at you, and dogg, it was about bound to happen Sleep, fuck around, get your shit pushed +Deep+ Bang this, where the Bloods and Crips? Cause you know I'm only reppin' for that gangsta shit, get up [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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