Feel - Viper

Feel

The words that I spill still

You might get killed

Feel

The words that I spill still

You might get killed

Fuck these punk busters, they all phony

Plus they all knew that I was only

The boy that they wish they could be

Especially when they see them diamonds bling

But yet still they scared to do a jack move

Cause if they did they see that .44 move

So these niggas lookin stiff

I got these boys rose up on that bitch' tip

Scary ass cluckers

I wish they’d take a chance on a corner so I can bust ya

With the heat grindin´ deep while they capture

Then laugh to myself 'bout how I tapped ya

'Cross the top of ya skull

Then let you see life ain’t gotta be dull

It can be real exciting

And death can be inviting

Feel

The words that I spill still

You might get killed

Feel

The words that I spill still

You might get killed

I like to bust competition

And these bitch made niggas ain’t listening

Hundred one of these punks gone jump

So I can let that metal dump

On one of these chump-ass fools

And let my seat heat up and get cool

And let them find out that they dealin' wit' a G

A black hearted nigga that’ll leave you in the sea

And leave your bitch ass for fish food

I ain’t trippin', that’s how I do

Motherfuck a funeral

I’m trying to make sure nobody remember ya

'Cause I got no love for these marks

And I’mma let them know I’ve got heart

That’s what I’m talkin 'bout

Yeah, peep what I got

Feel

The words that I spill still

You might get killed

Feel

The words that I spill still

You might get killed