Can U Feel Dat

We don't need, you Bitch Made niggaz fucking with us See You'll see How we do U can be touched We been trained Ta the game And know we livin it up Outlaw life know that the life Aint givin it up If the thug life is yours Its coming with bullet scars The boulavard killer With dogs that bite hard Im like god kuz i'll Bless yo ass And when a nigga with a weapon come He gonna test yo ass I bet yo ass You cant last hours with these niggas We like legal cocaine Kuz we like straight power to these bitches Send a flower to these niggas Kuz they family through Its between us nigga Its a family feud Cant be too The (???)and a 12 gauge punk We send a gun in a hummer Just to cut you up We burn you up And leave your pockets inside out And black out like you thought Pac was in your house Or a glock in your mouth Now im touching your lungs All the outlaws was here Somethings gotta be done Im pumpin my gun Ill let you niggas down on your knees Ill switch to the bible God help me please But you can pray all you want Kuz im gonna take all i want Pour heat and spray all i want Now on your front Got knocked put for running your mouth And we the realist at the rap game That can ever put out Sorry thats all i could do