Haaaaaa, and it don't stop and it don't stop
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Rugged Child got the world prop nigga
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Can you feel it
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Can you feel it
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(Do I gotta cock my pistol?)
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[Shyheim]
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I be notorious like that nigga Big Smalls
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Plus I keep it raw live illegal like Jamal
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If ya act up you get shot up
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What the blood? I represent thugs (you know it)
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Y'all know my style, bring it to man, woman and child
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Buckwild juvenile (Rugged Child break it down)
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Jiggers they stick close like crews
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You never see me spendin cash rules on you fools
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Cause I don't love you hoes (why not)
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A lot of y'all cross be laws like Got
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A nigga like me keep it real, word to Jesus
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Respect to the real woman, fuck you skeezers
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Chorus: (2x)
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Can you feel it
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Can you feel it
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(Or do I gotta cock my pistol?)
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I'm a juvenile deliquent, I keeps a cocked biscuit
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Moet and Alize be gettin a nigga lifted
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And when I'm high my mouth is dry
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I'm not from the sky
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But a nigga for the eye he better do or die
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Clack-clack, that's all you hear up in the dark
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Blaka-blaka, and then two bright sparks
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The boy fall down while screamin police
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WOOO jiggy comin, but them no worry me see
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A criminal for bein crimi-nal
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No matter who, what, how, when or where it goes down
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A dramalord plus a punany don
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In '95 I'ma max like Nissan
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I'ma max, get it, max, I'ma, Max-ima, well come along
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I take you through another Chamber, let me pick
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36 Wu-Tang? Yeah that be that shit
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Chorus
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So I creep ooohhhhhh I roll deep like F.O.I.'s
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Recognize or get paralyzed
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I drop jewels like a nervous appraiser
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A hell raiser, engrave my logo in your back player
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I bring the pain in many different methods
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Similar to the lethal injection and your style is seconds
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What punk, boy I'll box ya up
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Plus my rhymes is sicker than them kids in Somalia
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Chorus
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Can You Feel It
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| Shyheim |
