I can feel it
 You can feel it
 Can you feel it?
 Cause I can feel it
 Can you hear it?
 Cause I can hear it

 (verse 1: Wicked/Nino alteranting every few lines)

 I got my big block still
 And he come and touch me Wicked man
 And that's for real
 My momma's stressin'
 You're on the wrong course
 But I've been cheatin' and thiefin'
 Fuck the task force
 A secret source told me I'll be raided
 Even though there're deputy cars
 I'm gonna play it
 I packed up and left behind my nudiean(?)
 Fuck them hoes I got money and Peruvian
 See we got 'chus we got Cubans
 We got Atlanta, Miami, and even Houston
 And don't be shippin'
 It's my little neck
 You fuck with me I make four-mile tracks
 It's hard to tell I got half a million dollars
 Because I live in Decatum
 Drive an Impala
 Several homes that have been knocked off
 But if it jumps off I'm gonna die wit the sawed-off

 (chorus)

 (verse 2)

 See I can feel a gun battle with the po-po
 Or gettin' causght on the road with a kilo
 I can feel the whole city and the mayor
 Givin' me life or the chair
 It ain't fair
 But life's a fuckin' dickin'
 I get a nut from robbin' the lickin'
 I can feel the FBI tryin' to frame me
 Or the Klu Klux Klan tryin' to hang me
 I can feel my whole hood against me
 I can feel the laws apprehend me
 Got me scared to add to my own dough
 Got me scared to sell my own blow
 See I can feel my girl go in state
 I can feel them robbin' me from the weight(?)
 I can feel the shocks from the chair
 And I can feel it in the air

 (chorus)

 (verse 3)

 Now everybody wanna kill the small guy
 Shot my chest out
 And watch my last cry
 See several of my boys they felt the same way
 And either they got them the same or the next day
 Many people can't feel what I'm talkin about
 Either they just don't know until I'm taken out
 I'm lookin out
 And ready for casualties
 Ain't got nothing to live for
 Fuck royalties
 I often find myself picking out curtains
 I know they coming for me and that's for certain
 But if they come I swear I'm gonna kill some
 Straight mowin' theses crackers like African
 It's hard to beleive I got a whole hood locked down
 But I still feel I'm gonna get shot down
 But I know life ain't fair
 I'm ready to war
 Any time
 Any where

 (chorus 2x