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