Feel It(Explicit)
'It's not that I don't love you'
'You know how much I do'
Islord over chorus
Yeah Killa Arm
This one here's for the people
Word up
To families livin in the ghetto
Babies right there witchu
Peurto Rico
Japan Africa
Make ya feel it on the outside
And make ya feel it on the inside
And make ya feel it
Islord
Have you ever seen a grown man cry
Have you ever asked a grown man why
Why do ya feel that way inside
Sometimes I had to swallow my pride and settle for less
Lord don't settle for less you more like the best
To me as I pull my head out my skully
And I give praise due to those who mean somethin to me
Moms you incredible you raised me all by yourself
Regardless of the situation there was food in the shelf
Pops you abandoned me you left me all alone
In this cold warzone I had to fence for my own
My sister Candie probably the only one that understands me
Girl I love you to death you never turned your back on me
La Familia sick I wish I had the hands to heal you quick
And rid you of a disease you livin with
A young father I've been blessed with two little girls
You two jewels more precious than diamonds or pearls
A part of me from a different perspective
And any woman that I'm dealin with is gonna have to respect it
On the outside there's negativity
Please killa cause on the inside
Me and my team'll make you feel it
Make ya feel it on the outside
And make ya feel it on the inside
And make ya feel it on the outside
And make ya feel it on the inside
And make ya feel it
9th Prince over chorus
Word up
It's like everyday it's a struggle
Like floatin in a bubble
Burnin on the rocks sticks and stones
And all that
Aiyyo aiyyo
Mom I'm suspended from school
Boy I'm tired of your s**t black woman drivin the mothership
Own the company witcha man incorporate
She told me I was handsome I know I look funny with big lips
But that's the love she had for her son the 9th Prince
Forever you exist in my circumference
You left my brain numbness at night sometimes I cry
Wipe the salty tears from my eyes
And feel lies life's no job
You caught up in the Beehive
But mom ever since you been gone ain't nothin changed
Rza got a new Range I can't complain
Them fake cats stay in they lane
Your grandaughter Angelica is gettin bigger
More figures I gotta spend on Princess Corinthia
Pull LaVoyd pictures back when fam was ghetto prisoners
Let's all hold hands and sing for the listeners
Make ya feel it on the outside
And make ya feel it on the inside
And make ya feel it on the outside
And make ya feel it on the inside
And make ya feel it
Dom Pachino over chorus
It's not that I don't love you
S**t is just that real
Knowwha'mean s**t is definately just that real
It's not that I don't love you
Comin up in the ghetto and s**t
You know it's like sometimes ya just
Sometimes ya'know
It's like it's like sometimes
Sometimes I catch myself sittin back
Scratchin the hair off my head
Thinkin about where I'm at black
Trapped in the worst part
I geuss so son s**t is f**ked up though
The type of s**t a young black man gotta go through
Everyday of his life no matter where we at
They say we sell crack
Yeah we do son so what do you expect us to do about it
I gotta eat I ain't tryna starve for government
I know you lovin it got us like rats and lamps
Just watchin us fade away and it's sad
Like a rainy day so what the f**k the president gotta say
Chorus to fade