Havoc - U Feel Me/Options lyrics

(feat. Fat Joe, Remi Martin) [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 k** you for your wealth It seems like the game done changed, n***as 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 n***as got locked, up to comissary stock Visit every jail from Marcy to Comstock Now n***as 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 k** me then k** me But I gotta let ya'll n***as know That I roll with that steel You can call me paranoid But a n***a on point And I'm thinkin' somethin' fishy If you up in my grill [Remi Martin] You wanna know what my life's like, b**h? 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 n***as 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 f** That's my motto These motherf**ers is actin' like I just hit the lotto And now everytime I see you, "Remi where that weed at?" "Wasn't you just pregnant, b**h, where the f**in' 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 f**in' eatin', n***a, where was your a** then? Now I'm in the cut with a blunt, n***a, laughin' A Benz coup, a condo, and a check I'm steady cashin' Told ya'll n***as that I spaz over reflex Now you n***as can't pa** through the PJs f** ya'll b**hes, I don't love ya'll b**hes Cause if it comes down to it, I'll slug ya'll b**hes [Chorus] [Havoc] Am I holdin' it down? Afraid so, youngun Not for nothin', n***as frontin' When they claimin' you thuggin' Raw cut him, dunn, he went against the grain So f** 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 pa**ion for Henney, now I'm thuggin with Remi And Joe, give these motherf**ers somethin' to +envy+ It's sad, f**in' ?? keep the heat on the dash It's simple, math, front get one in the a** 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, f** around, get your sh** pushed +Deep+ Bang this, where the Bloods and Crips? Cause you know I'm only reppin' for that gangsta sh**, get up [Chorus x2]