How It Feel

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Stand up, niggas (Stand up niggas) It is what it is, man The Mayor's back Two Chain Bennymane (What up?) It's your boy Superstar Kutter (Y'all know who I am) Homicide Kannon (Yeah) Westside Gunn [Verse 1: Kutter] I hear these broke niggas talkin' 'bout how they on the grind On the block with a bundle of dimes, listen (Haha) In the trunk, I got a bundle of pies I'm young and stuntastic like Lovie in his prime (What up?) Yeah, I'm well respected, but still I lug a nine They don't violate often, but a nigga might try Every now and then, but the nigga gotta die Have his mom like Jada, runnin' 'round, askin', "Why?" Her oldest boy ain't here no more, he wasn't shit anyway So it's only barely pour But they pop bottles of Remy when they hear this song It's fair to say that everybody kinda glad now that the nigga gone I'm a young cat, but you know I been a boss So when the war's on, I ain't gotta get involved All I do, give a call to the homies, fill a car Up with goons, ride out, and go kill his mom Some of the guns are small but all of the clips is long You can relate if you on the type of shit I'm on I'ma be a menace on the streets 'til I'm dead and gone I kill for nothing, you ain't even gotta piss me off [Verse 2: Westside Gunn + Conway The Machine] Yo, yo Hoppin' gates with them ski masks on, relax, born marvelous Fresh, pickin' up bricks for Escobar And yo, it's Westside (Westside), Fendi frames in the nighttime Franck Muller, swear to God that we're holding black nines Smoke's famous in the crack spot, standin' over some glass pots Blew his brains out with the last shot New Maserati cost mad guap Black Champion hoods, we hood, posted up with the ooh-wops Yo, I'm never gon' change salam, lord, hop in the Range Bulletproof whips because of the fame (Okay) Ayo, scrams, look at 'em glance up 50 grand, cocaine glance Coppin' dollars, stashin' dope on the scene Rock a Ralph Lauren peacoat, six rolls Porsche got both keys for both Keys on blow, flyest nigga you know (Flyest nigga you know) Ayo, that 7:45 bangin', slangin' Cuban stick in the motherfucker, price hangin' Nice, ain't it? Famous, Gemstar raisin' Choppin' the work, for half a mil', bartend the basement Yo, Supreme, universal, true allah, true allah Grew up to be a drug dealer's son, shot the MAC off Brightley with the Bentley wings, real niggas do real things Hoppin' out of Bimmers, fuckin' with kings (Okay) Westside Gunn's story, just star me and the fiends Coocie made half a gram on the jeans it's cream Threw a piece to the lookout, I'm leavin' the block a G in the pot Seizing keys from your spot squeezin' the Glock Believe it or not, the K will have you bleedin' a lot That new Rover I've been meanin' to cop Flip words like work on the first search The ghetto in the Black Phantom, see nice jewels at random, peep German rugers rock you to sleep delete Yo Dominicans, tell az to his cheek (Look) [Verse 3: Conway The Machine + Benny The Butcher] Ayo haze get us high K's in the ride Little kids get hit with strays when they fly Bullets don't got no names you can die At any moment so just maintain it's a vibe Seen so much, see the pain in my eyes Open up my heart, see the anger inside Niggas stay lying on wax Like they gun go off until it's hollows up inside of his back Nigga where my iron to clap, you dying from that Rap shit, one verse, one line it's a wrap Niggas say they gon clap me, fuck niggas get at me From now on, niggas wanna shine better ask me Jim star bubble your face of something nasty Watch how you looking at me when your walking past me Fatigue suit came with the strap like Iraqis Money ain't a thing, I'm spending change from last week Pray to god you don't see the jump out boys (S.E Gang Nigga) In the rear view mirror with the pump out boys Might stick it in your face, let em dump out boys When I'm hungry, Kannon make lunch out boys ( Yo Listen) [Verse 4: Benny The Butcher] When you think of me you think of a problem Cause I'm young, fly, and rich Not rich dog you thinking of Harlem I'm a shooter for the Knicks, hit three then I lost them Now imagine me getting beat at the garden I could've been had em killed straight dumping the Glock Could've been had a deal but I ain't fuckin with cops ya know It's all good they got that up front money I need that Lamborghini trump trunk up front money Like Cam, I'm like, damn, I just fucked up money Gain packs, straight stacks they done fucked up for me Yeah, and everybody wanna rap like Cas They see the neck, yes, two chains rap like Fab Man, these dudes so emotional they act like fags So they dance around like Diddy and rap like Babs S.E. Gang nigga why are you running Like five bricks of hard so the pile of don Papi hit me back, its going down for like thirty bricks P.O. on my ass, I'm going down for a dirty dick Out of town is here, they done came for the hot wings I can bounce work like it came with a boxspring Two Chain Bennymane I'm famous, they watch me Get knocked, it seem like the case came with the Isleys And I ain't no rapper, I'm fucking with the strip The game is mine, and you should start fucking with this bitch chump [Outro] Yeah It's what the fuck it is Two Chain Bennymane Yung Kutter Westside Gunn Ya boy Kannon S.E. Gang bang bang motherfuckers Told y'all it's getting real bad in '06, man Word up All y'all niggas that's getting y'all cheedar up We coming to get that Hahaha Ski mask way nigga