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    "Feelin the Hate" Lyrics

    Funkmaster Flex feat. Ja Rule and Murderers

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    Murder Inc baby
    [Tah Murdah]
    Y'all motherfuckers know what this shit is
    Take over nigga (gimme that shit man)
    Funk Flex nigga
    Murder Inc nigga
    Tah Murdah, Black Child, C.B., O1
    And my nigga Ja Rule
    [Black Child & Tah Murdah]
    Yeah put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here
    And it's money and murda all year
    Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us
    A hundred mill is deep all black we killers
    Nothing but the realer niggaz and we after skrilla
    So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we blast
    Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck
    This is Flex shit we party reckless you can't exit
    And all my nillas if you willin to win it like we in it
    Throw your guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
    Spit on some shit and shatted and tear your bones up
    Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up
    We blow dro in the no-smoking sections
    Toting weapons, smokin sessions
    Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
    When you gasp for breathe minutes away from death
    Remorseless, yeah never the less
    When I spit shit'll rip through your leather and vest
    All my 70's babies on Henny and Haze
    Feel me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade
    Killers hate me, niggaz wanna see me in my grave
    Niggaz make me, wanna grab the milly and spray
    I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull gutters
    Which means it's still murda motherfucker
    [Chorus: Ronnie Bumps]
    Have you ever had a pussy nigga runnin his mouth
    That's a nigga that you kill, let him die down south
    Get in there, catch the body, spit it and bounce
    I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I want dough
    And the same niggaz who killed your pops, kill em all
    Stop, wait, multiply the eight
    Feelin the hate, walls come out, get on one
    Proper, killer, copper, shit has just begun
    What, what..
    What the fuck, been a menace since +Volume III+
    When I was un un un'nin, pussy second coming
    Who the fuck what want it wit'cha
    Chrome twenties on a squad of ducks
    Sittin spittin fifty get wit me
    Bitch hustle nigga, earn stripes
    Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn right
    Hit that brickball, hardcore, platinum dog
    I get in ya, fuck a stage, ya murderer kill these bars
    As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I need this bread
    I ain't sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin niggaz instead
    Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up dead
    Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of my head
    Y'all niggaz ready to die?
    I'm layin niggaz down flat, you'll be dead in the sky
    Niggaz ain't built for crime
    Niggaz ain't built for street life, so fuck five mics
    Fuck pigs, fuck police, murda for life nigga
    [Ja Rule]
    Motherfuckers, I'm untearable and I'll piss on you
    That heat you spit, I spits that too
    Put three in you, match yo' name
    It's really the Rule nigga that pops them thangs
    For real, it's in my bloodline ready to kill
    Cause nigga I happen to know you
    It's about time I expose you
    The world over, you fraudulent niggaz it's all over
    Get ready, the hostile murderers take over
    You scared but don't know
    Cause I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes the wet steps
    I, mack cold blooded and bitches I fucks love it
    I'll asssassinate your character and think nothin of it
    I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not value they life
    Cause I'm a Murderer, niggaz best be ready to die
    I'm a Murderer, niggaz scared it's all in they eyes
    Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for life
    [Tah Murdah]
    My nigga BJ
    Ronnie Bumps
    My nigga Pre
    My nigga Dirty
    Funk Flex nigga
    Funk Flex nigga
    This song was submitted on January 24th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Irving Lorenzo, Ramel Gill, Tiheem Crocker, Tiffany Lane, Jeffrey Atkins, Rodney Lane, Raashawn Casey.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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