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