Irv Gotti - Feelin the Hate lyrics

* uncredited, but +probably+ Charli Baltimore [Funkmaster Flex] Murder Inc baby [Tah Murdah] Y'all motherf**ers know what this sh** is Take over n***a (gimme that sh** man) Funk Flex n***a Murder Inc n***a Tah Murdah, Black Child, C.B., O1 And my n***a Ja Rule [Black Child & Tah Murdah] Yeah put your motherf**in fingers in the air, we here And it's money and murda all year Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us A hundred mill is deep all black we k**ers Nothing but the realer n***as and we after skrilla So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we blast b**h n***a throw em up, we still don't give a f** This is Flex sh** we party reckless you can't exit And all my nillas if you willin to win it like we in it Throw your guns up, throw em up, and f** keepin the chome tucked Spit on some sh** and shatted and tear your bones up Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up We blow dro in the no-smoking sections Toting weapons, smokin sessions n***a better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest When you gasp for breathe minutes away from d**h Remorseless, yeah never the less When I spit sh**'ll rip through your leather and vest All my 70's babies on Henny and Haze Feel me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade k**ers hate me, n***as wanna see me in my grave n***as make me, wanna grab the milly and spray I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull gutters Which means it's still murda motherf**er [Chorus: Ronnie Bumps] Have you ever had a p**y n***a runnin his mouth That's a n***a that you k**, let him die down south Get in there, catch the body, spit it and bounce I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I want dough And the same n***as who k**ed your pops, k** em all Stop, wait, multiply the eight Feelin the hate, walls come out, get on one Proper, k**er, copper, sh** has just begun [C.B.] What, what.. What the f**, been a menace since +Volume III+ When I was un un un'nin, p**y second coming Who the f** what want it wit'cha Chrome twenties on a squad of ducks Sittin spittin fifty get wit me b**h hustle n***a, earn stripes Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn right Hit that brickball, hardcore, platinum dog I get in ya, f** a stage, ya murderer k** these bars [O1] As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I need this bread I ain't sharin with none of y'all, I'm k**in n***as instead Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up dead Hard d** over the edge, I'm out of my head Y'all n***as ready to die? I'm layin n***as down flat, you'll be dead in the sky n***as ain't built for crime n***as ain't built for street life, so f** five mics f** pigs, f** police, murda for life n***a [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Motherf**ers, I'm untearable and I'll piss on you That heat you spit, I spits that too Put three in you, match yo' name It's really the Rule n***a that pops them thangs For real, it's in my bloodline ready to k** Cause n***a I happen to know you It's about time I expose you The world over, you fraudulent n***as it's all over Get ready, the hostile murderers take over You scared but don't know Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps I, mack cold blooded and b**hes I f**s love it I'll a**sa**inate your character and think nothin of it I'm a Murderer, n***as must not value they life Cause I'm a Murderer, n***as best be ready to die I'm a Murderer, n***as scared it's all in they eyes Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for life [Tah Murdah] My n***a BJ Ronnie Bumps My n***a Pre My n***a Dirty Funk Flex n***a Funk Flex n***a