U Gonna Feel Me - Soulja Slim

Uh-huh, yeah look, feel me now

Gonna feel me now uh uh, yeah uh

Yeah, gon' feel me now

It don’t stop, you know how I do’s it

Always known, for making cut throat music

Don’t ever rap about, I ain’t got nothing to do with

I’m a old veteran, ya’ll be on some new shit

I’m bout to lay this down, and get a few things clear

The head cutter, like to see it when it’s done from ear to ear

Did a year time in a cell, oh well

Kept me some’ing air freshener, to kill the weed smell

I done mine’s, and they still getting it out me

Until I get off this paper, I’m gon' stay in and out it

My lil' dogs around me, no convictions can take a leg

When we step into Spade’s, whats you see is what you get

Representing me and mine’s, like cut throat period

With that look on my face, cause I’m stone bone serious

I rap for the streets, I can never fall off

Wasn’t feeling me then, you gon' feel me now dog uh

(you gonna-gonna feel me), you gon' feel me

Point blank this real life, don’t feel comfortable telling tales

I don’t knock it because it sells, but see me I’ma keep it real

P wasn’t upping no mail, so 'fore I jacked the clown

I went on bout my bidness, that’s why we don’t fuck around

Created a different sound, Cut Throat you hear it now

Be cool, cause I can really make ya’ll seem lost and found

I roll with two four pounds, told you that months befo'

Keep playing like you don’t know, and I’ll be up at your front do'

Move on it slow ha-ha, that’s how I play it

I don’t forget nothing, forgot you showed me where you stay at

I’m doing me you 'spose to hate that, but don’t diss me

Your whole new family’ll get it, fucking 'round with me

See that 2Pac clone you got, that gon' be the first

Put 504 Boyz, on side of his hearse

Now I got a murder rap, I’m going to trial

Guilty or not guilty, you gon' feel me now uh

I been getting mine’s, I ain’t never been signed

Never knew what a contract looked like, till I own mine’s

Cut Throat Records official now, and I’m the first artist

Quick flip won’t lose out, long as I take the office

The game is infested with sharks, and I’m in deep water

I re-rock the game all over, like some shake from a quarter

They water whipping ya’ll to death, look I’m solid

Stay my distance from cheese eaters, don’t know if they wired

I’m out chea', and I’m trying to be out chea'

Bet you see me riding some’ing, two thousand and fo' year

Oh yeah I’m bout my work, yes I’m is

I done lived in some places, that give you boys the chills

For real I’m to the bone, with the meat showing

Ain’t no dope gon' be cut, without me knowing

I been jones’ing for a lil' while, I’m still wild

Maintain and get this paper, and make my own self proud