Lyric Feelin the Hate - Funkmaster Flex

Lyric Song Feelin the Hate: * uncreditedbut +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 MurdahBlack ChildCBO1
And my nigga Ja Rule

Black Child amp; Tah Murdah
Yeah put your motherfuckin fingers in the airwe here
And it s money and murda all year
Yo it s nothing but the moneygettin cash you feel us
A hundred mill is deep all black we killers
Nothing but the realer niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cashblock and we blast
Bitch nigga throw em upwe 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 upthrow em upand fuck keepin the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and tear your bones up
Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubschromed up
We blow dro in the no smoking sections
Toting weaponssmokin sessions
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes away from death
Remorselessyeah 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 babyI was slingin twenties in the shade
Killers hate meniggaz wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz make mewanna grab the milly and spray
I m a Pov City hustlerI 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 killlet him die down south
Get in therecatch the bodyspit it and bounce
I m druged up of an ounce of droI want dough
And the same niggaz who killed your popskill em all
Stopwaitmultiply the eight
Feelin the hatewalls come outget on one
Properkillercoppershit has just begun

CB
Whatwhat
What the fuckbeen a menace since +Volume III+
When I was un un un ninpussy 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 niggaearn stripes
Me and Chi ha gunnin a turnpiketurn right
Hit that brickballhardcoreplatinum dog
I get in yafuck a stageya murderer kill these bars

O1
As far as the dough go I m hungryI need this bread
I ain t sharin with none of y allI m killin niggaz instead
Poppin leadsomebody s gonna wind up dead
Hard drugs over the edgeI m out of my head
Y all niggaz ready to die
I m layin niggaz down flatyou ll be dead in the sky
Niggaz ain t built for crime
Niggaz ain t built for street lifeso fuck five mics
Fuck pigsfuck policemurda for life nigga

Chorus

Ja Rule
MotherfuckersI m untearable and I ll piss on you
That heat you spitI spits that too
Put three in youmatch yo name
It s really the Rule nigga that pops them thangs
For realit s in my bloodline ready to kill
Cause nigga I happen to know you
It s about time I expose you
The world overyou fraudulent niggaz it s all over
Get readythe hostile murderers take over
You scared but don t know
Cause I like sendin my slugs in excessand makes the wet steps
Imack cold blooded and bitches I fucks love it
I ll asssassinate your character and think nothin of it
I m a Murdererniggaz must not value they life
Cause I m a Murdererniggaz best be ready to die
I m a Murdererniggaz scared it s all in they eyes
Funk FlexI N Cit s murda for life

Tah Murdah
My nigga BJ
Ronnie Bumps
My nigga Pre
My nigga Dirty
Funk Flex nigga
Funk Flex nigga