Feelin the Hate

* uncredited, but +probably+ Charli Baltimore [Funkmaster Flex] Murder Inc baby [Tah Murdah] Y'all motherfuckers know what this shit is Take over nigga (gimme that shit man) Funk Flex nigga Murder Inc nigga Tah Murdah, Black Child, C.B., O1 And my nigga Ja Rule [Black Child & Tah Murdah] Yeah put your motherfuckin 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 killers Nothing but the realer niggas and we after skrilla So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we blast Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck This is Flex shit 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 fuck keepin the chome tucked Spit on some shit 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 Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest When you gasp for breathe minutes away from death Remorseless, yeah never the less When I spit shit'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 Killers hate me, niggas wanna see me in my grave Niggas 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 motherfucker [Chorus: Ronnie Bumps] Have you ever had a pussy nigga runnin his mouth That's a nigga that you kill, 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 niggas who killed your pops, kill em all Stop, wait, multiply the eight Feelin the hate, walls come out, get on one Proper, killer, copper, shit has just begun [C.B.] What, what.. What the fuck, been a menace since +Volume III+ When I was un un un'nin, pussy second coming Who the fuck what want it wit'cha Chrome twenties on a squad of ducks Sittin spittin fifty get wit me Bitch hustle nigga, earn stripes Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn right Hit that brickball, hardcore, platinum dog I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer kill 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 killin niggas instead Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up dead Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of my head Y'all niggas ready to die? I'm layin niggas down flat, you'll be dead in the sky Niggas ain't built for crime Niggas ain't built for street life, so fuck five mics Fuck pigs, fuck police, murda for life nigga [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Motherfuckers, 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 nigga that pops them thangs For real, it's in my bloodline ready to kill Cause nigga I happen to know you It's about time I expose you The world over, you fraudulent niggas 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 bitches I fucks love it I'll asssassinate your character and think nothin of it I'm a Murderer, niggas must not value they life Cause I'm a Murderer, niggas best be ready to die I'm a Murderer, niggas scared it's all in they eyes Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for life [Tah Murdah] My nigga BJ Ronnie Bumps My nigga Pre My nigga Dirty Funk Flex nigga Funk Flex nigga