Lyrics

Peep game Trials and Tribulations, Different Situations It's all in the game, you gotta feel me, know what I'm sayin', My nigga Fat Pat in the house... But for right now, Al-D representin'... Al-D: Now Mama said I grew up just too rough, and I'll never forget the first time a brotha got handcuffed Hardheaded no denying, and it hurt me so bad when mama started crying And it just got worst in time, Cuz in The Ghetto fool, it ain't nothing but crime Growing up in the midst of hard times G, I seen, real niggas get stranded into straight up fiends And the more I grew, more niggas got subtracted from reality and still can't kick the habit I hung deep in the slums, where they slung rocks to come up Cooler than Fonzie, Cap backwards, with my thumb up Candy cig in my mouth, pants sagging Strapped with slingshots, with eight locs tagged it(?) Shooting windows out my neighbors home and laughed about it later on, on the phone Chorus: Ughh Ughh, Yeah, Yeah, Ughh, Ughh, That's right, That's right...Can You Feel Me Now Yeah, Yeah, That's right, That's right...Come on, Come on...Can You Feel Me Now Yeah, Yeah, Ughh, Ughh, That's right, That's right, Can You Feel Me Now, Feel Me Now Fat Pat: Baby, Keep Ya Head Up, even though you strugglin' Caught Up In The Rapture, gotta keep hustlin' Put your faith in God, Against All Odds I gotta survive, It's hard as hell, to walk a straight line But I put it in his hands, cuz I know that the man Watches over me, to make sure it goes as plan And I know that I'm wrong doing the things I do Not spending enough time with Pat number two But to lay it on the line, I gotta put it down So my son can live rich, before he turn nine Staying down on my grind, putting the past behind When haters and hoes, yeah they all talk down Yeah, it's Money Over Bitches and that's M.O.B Every(?) paper chasing Fat Pat and C.B Yeah release me to the world, so that they can see How I capitalized on The Game and be a G Chorus: Ugh, Ughh, Yeah, Yeah, Ugh, Ugh, Yeah, Can You Feel Me Now? Feel Me Now Yeah, Yeah, Ugh, Ugh, That's right, That's right, Can You Feel Me Now? Feel Me Now Yeah, Yeah, Ugh, Ugh, That's right, That's right, Can You Feel Me Now? Feel Me Now Yeah, Yeah, That's right, That's right, Can You Feel Me Now? Feel Me Now Lil Keke: No kisses, No Hugs I was labelled a Scrub I pushed and shoved, For neighborhood love Preached out Dubs(?), played in Clubs Politics and Drugs, It's a nation of thugs That's love, be getting shot at But they never amaze me, I ain't sick, lame, or lazy But stressed got me crazy Trials and Tribulations, Different Situations The chip on my shoulder, made me realize I'm older Got up, Got with it, cuz I had to get it Some chips, flip chips, and multiply my digits(?) It was real, wanted a deal, but nobody signed me But now I got the whole wide world behind me, Can you feel me? Ughh Ughh, Yeah, Yeah, That's right, That's right...Can You Feel Me Now