I-B-N is M tha 3 fasho the realest feelin me, feelin me FEEL ME! [Chorus] Give this game all I can give Show some love and keep it real Mob as far as Fly
do it if you want me to do it or not I think its best you let me if you don't wanna get shot I think its best you respect me if you don't wanna get shot
But she makes me feel good Ma you make me feel good Bitch you make me feel good Girl you make me feel good Bitch you make me feel good Ma you make me feel
button G-unit get that money I no some artists is starvin so play the game like they rich to me this shit funny i no u see me coming cus on the front
sony on my spine im goin out tonight its mt time. Playa palm beach slide throught word that grab a suit and a matchin gata bag. take a jag playas play
homies that you feel is real Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater venom, I wanna take
part from you It's like I'm stuck and I never wanna get off you You fly as ever, we can fly through any weather When we're together I, I feel better What
misery that came to pass The hard times made a true friend afraid to ask - for currency But you could run to me when you need me and I'll never leave
party [Verse Two: 2Pac, Snoop] Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is
come to Papi i love it when its wet and sloppy in and out the mouth peice 'till i cum no one can stop me my bump and grind will do you everytime come
trail me But why cry Floatin while we tokin on this potent branch Flossing in the thug stance, flipping pockets out inside my pants Never underestimate me Playa hate me
like sandstorms, then transform, watch me I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me While bitches wonderin who shot me No love, keep a grudge
the misery that came to pass The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave
party Verse Two: 2Pac, Snoop Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy
It's instrumental. Waitin for the nimphoes. That's the intro. Shoot when ya rush me. Walked up and touched me. Why? Do you want to fuck me? Just
Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me. Don't these niggas know that neiter one of y'all can fade me. I ain't big, I ain't buff,
come equipped with game You claim to be a playa but I bust your wife We bust on Bad Boys brothers touch for life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts
