"Make Em Feel It" lyrics
First chance a nigga get, they gon' stab me in the back
How the fuck you get money? You ain't never drunk Act'
You ain't never hit the club and get escorted through the back
I can still get a nigga knocked down for a rack
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me, whoopin', that's a fact
Next rapper say my name, gettin' his fuckin' head cracked
I'm talkin' critical condition, put his ass on bed rest
After that, we celebrate, hit the club, make a mess
Bring me the coldest bitch with some ass and some breasts
They ever get me in that room, I'm playin' blind and I'm deaf
Everybody breakin' the code, it ain't no real niggas left
Misleading the lil' niggas, got 'em thinkin' they can step
I'ma tell 'em get some money, you ain't shit without a check
I used to hit the 'Hound heart beating, prayin' I make it back
You catch a case, you gotta sit, ain't nobody tell you that
Yeah, this shit get real, nigga, welcome to the field, nigga
Had to get back in my bag, got 'em worried for a minute
Got my rings and stay humble, Robert Horry on you bitches
Bitch, I'm known to stand on business, if you owe me, I need interest
I had Philthy in Detroit shootin' dice in the trenches
Niggas know not to ever play with mines, I be with killers
We'd knock a nigga big homie down and make him feel it
Bitch, I got so many hundreds in my bag, can feed a village
Nigga rub me the wrong way, we puttin' him in a skillet
I be somewhere on a mission, you be somewhere out here trickin'
Ridin' around, tryna reel a nigga in like I'm fishin'
Bitch, I'm swimmin' with the sharks, you put a nigga shit in park
Put his brains on the dashboards, I wonder what he thought
Yeah, I wonder what he saw, wonder what that boy was thinkin'
Ain't nobody dumb enough to touch my chain, I be with demons
I just left ten in Neimans, I'm recordin' while I'm leanin'
Got a plug in Pasadena, thinking about buyin' me a cleaners
Brodie got into a shootout at the crib and lost a finger
Black trucks back to back, my lil' niggas in the Stingers
You ain't ready for this war, this how shit gon' go for me
Have my lil' stripper bitch put you on the floor for me
That's how shit supposed to be, hmm
Yeah
That's how it go
Get out of line, nigga, get spanked, like a baby
The biggest
Had to get back in my bag, got 'em worried for a minute
Got my rings and stay humble, Robert Horry on you bitches
Bitch, I'm known to stand on business, if you owe me, I need interest
I had Philthy in Detroit shootin' dice in the trenches
Niggas know not to ever play with mines, I be with killers
We'd knock a nigga big homie down and make him feel it
Bitch, I got so many hundreds in my bag, can feed a village
Nigga rub me the wrong way, we puttin' him in a skillet
How the fuck you get money? You ain't never drunk Act'
You ain't never hit the club and get escorted through the back
I can still get a nigga knocked down for a rack
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me, whoopin', that's a fact
Next rapper say my name, gettin' his fuckin' head cracked
I'm talkin' critical condition, put his ass on bed rest
After that, we celebrate, hit the club, make a mess
Bring me the coldest bitch with some ass and some breasts
They ever get me in that room, I'm playin' blind and I'm deaf
Everybody breakin' the code, it ain't no real niggas left
Misleading the lil' niggas, got 'em thinkin' they can step
I'ma tell 'em get some money, you ain't shit without a check
I used to hit the 'Hound heart beating, prayin' I make it back
You catch a case, you gotta sit, ain't nobody tell you that
Yeah, this shit get real, nigga, welcome to the field, nigga
Had to get back in my bag, got 'em worried for a minute
Got my rings and stay humble, Robert Horry on you bitches
Bitch, I'm known to stand on business, if you owe me, I need interest
I had Philthy in Detroit shootin' dice in the trenches
Niggas know not to ever play with mines, I be with killers
We'd knock a nigga big homie down and make him feel it
Bitch, I got so many hundreds in my bag, can feed a village
Nigga rub me the wrong way, we puttin' him in a skillet
I be somewhere on a mission, you be somewhere out here trickin'
Ridin' around, tryna reel a nigga in like I'm fishin'
Bitch, I'm swimmin' with the sharks, you put a nigga shit in park
Put his brains on the dashboards, I wonder what he thought
Yeah, I wonder what he saw, wonder what that boy was thinkin'
Ain't nobody dumb enough to touch my chain, I be with demons
I just left ten in Neimans, I'm recordin' while I'm leanin'
Got a plug in Pasadena, thinking about buyin' me a cleaners
Brodie got into a shootout at the crib and lost a finger
Black trucks back to back, my lil' niggas in the Stingers
You ain't ready for this war, this how shit gon' go for me
Have my lil' stripper bitch put you on the floor for me
That's how shit supposed to be, hmm
Yeah
That's how it go
Get out of line, nigga, get spanked, like a baby
The biggest
Had to get back in my bag, got 'em worried for a minute
Got my rings and stay humble, Robert Horry on you bitches
Bitch, I'm known to stand on business, if you owe me, I need interest
I had Philthy in Detroit shootin' dice in the trenches
Niggas know not to ever play with mines, I be with killers
We'd knock a nigga big homie down and make him feel it
Bitch, I got so many hundreds in my bag, can feed a village
Nigga rub me the wrong way, we puttin' him in a skillet
