(Intro)
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It¡¯s so hard to explain
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But it¡¯s one thing for sure baby
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How do it feel?
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How do it feel?
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How do it feel?
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How do it feel?
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How do it feel?
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(Verse)
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These niggas used to laugh at us
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Now the next persons talkin about our draft status
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I fall throughout from them hallways and them track addicts
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Piss puddles, syringe needles and glass shattered
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A mad tan and my scars hurt
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I guess that proves that I¡¯m on God¡¯s earth
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Pain, torture and hard work
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Main sources beyond earth, these hoes found they interest
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I pull them chains out like it¡¯s fourth down in inches, yes
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I¡¯ve been going for a couple years
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Which I¡¯ve been doing for these couple years
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Now I¡¯m back, I know you fuckin scared
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I know you mad that I¡¯m up in here, yea
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I¡¯ve escaped them state bars
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But now my punches is kinda rusty like Tyson after his rape charge
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My eyes shut like Jamie depicted Ray Charles
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But I can see clearly them forces that showed me, thanks God
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Oh Lord, why do I spit so vividly?
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Is this the very reason why these bricks don¡¯t mimic me?
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You just don¡¯t get it B, these niggas don¡¯t deserve their life
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Rest in peace to my comrades that murdered mic¡¯s
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Stacks ? my comrade that murdered mic¡¯s
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They gave me more time than that comrad that murdered Mike
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Throughout the years I¡¯ve noticed the game changing
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I say I¡¯m born in the 60¡¯s, they thinkin I¡¯m gangbangin
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Nah, I¡¯m just rollin up a little sour
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Little money, little respect, a little power
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They found ways to pierce through this little armor on me
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Agitate me, degrade me, then press charges on me
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I keep it quiet for my friends¡¯ sake
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Was brought to the state pen but I turned it to pent state
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I had to learn from the school of the Hard Knox
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To get the note of beaty and jewelry in large gaps yea
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(Hook)
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I¡¯ve been sittin for a couple years
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Which I¡¯ve been spending for these couple years, damn
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Think I¡¯ve been trippin for these couple years
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Ran is back, that is music to my fuckin ears
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(Verse)
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Ain¡¯t no reason you should applaud that
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I¡¯m just a nigga that¡¯s gonna bring the east coast its balls back
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Pause that, of course that¡¯s that boss rap
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I¡¯m headin for the level where Nas, Jay and Los at
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Pardon me but the game is like an authority
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Going back ain¡¯t a option, that¡¯s why I¡¯m rappin retartedly
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Ain¡¯t no passion apaling me, I¡¯m stingy like a third grader
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Beauty elastics, I¡¯ll probably cop me a fur later
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Huh, Feragamo¡¯s in them served flavors
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Susanelli spend a 1000 on a third blazer
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How I get it, believe me, it¡¯s not the lottery
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I¡¯m fresh out of prison, already I have commodity
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Boy was you out when I was lockin it?
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Barely no oxygen, thought I had lots of friends
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Huh, hard to breathe in the atmosphere
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Who can voice they opinion and say that was fair?
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Couple times I caught myself being happy dear
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Then I woke up and realized why they strapped me there
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The book¡¯s been open but now I¡¯m hopin to end it
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The future is my gift so let me open my present
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(Hook)
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I¡¯ve been sittin for a couple years
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Which I¡¯ve been spending for these couple years, damn
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Think I¡¯ve been trippin for these couple years
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Ran is back, that is music to my fuckin ears
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(Outro)
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How do it feel?
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How do it feel?
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How do it feel?
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How do it feel?
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How do it feel?
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How It Feels
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Ransom & Statik Selektah |