me Can't you see you're faking me Feel It Can't You Feel It Can't You Feel It Can't You Feel That They've Failed You? You're slowing the drugs in your
Can't you see you're faking me Feel It Can't You Feel It Can't You Feel It Can't You Feel That They've Failed You? You're slowing the drugs in your
scale, and chicken our legs For you we chew our nails if we had any left buy fake ones to do it We counted to 10 temporarily And it was somethin' about
anger on your side Speared 'em like misery it could be sadden end See all beyond a mist creeping to the last There's nothing else to feel voices turning
could And play the bat yo and watch the brothas bark like wood So knock on it Go head you want it Nobody want it You turned in for it pulled nine stingers
light beamin bright You full of fright 'cause you know you might die tonight I gets tool it's, I'm ruthless, do more shootin this 'Bout gettin foolish, lose it
say nothing's confusin Why why why? (It's the Corruptor's execution) (It's the Corruptor's execution) [E-40] I be workin and twerkin my portable digital triple beamer scale
and can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on the sea shepherd
it stop Goin all out, have to seal these motherfuckers fate On a mission from Cleveland, ridin it from outta state So ready yourself because it's on full scale
! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?) Ha! WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?) WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it do?) Ha! WAMP! WAMP! What it do? (What it
the world when shit get for real Skinny George Foreman, all in your grill My rhyme style is blind, it's all in the feel Touch it and watch the blood
heat, feel it, you got beef? Kill it! Squash it, coz your girl was like, "Oh my gosh!" It's just the MC make my spot get hot, time to wash it Do shit,
aryans and nubians (come together) Holding a head full of that Minnesota pork And if I ever blow up, I wanna fuck Bjork (you know my stink) Let it rain, let it
Line For Line Pick It Up For A Dime This Is Your Brain On Drugs [Verse 2:] Find It In The Club Find It On The Block Find It At Your Local Corner Drug Package And Stock It
elevate We tote heat like guerillas for fellas that's jealous No need to worry for the stash pot it's in the cellar Wid the right production brain start to function I feel
it up) One two I can't hear myself (Turn it up) One two I can't hear myself (Turn it up) So a, turn it up (Oh!) turn it up (Oh!) Chorus: R. Kelly (Elephant
