Can You Feel It

[Intro]
Hahaha, you know, I think that you've gotten the wrong impression about me. I think in all fairness, I should explain to you exactly what it is that I do. For instance, tomorrow morning, I’ll get up nice and early, take a walk down over to the bank and walk in and see and uh… if you don’t have my money for me, I’ll… crack your fuckin’ head wide-open in front of everybody in the bank. And just about the time that I’m comin’ out of jail, hopefully, you’ll be coming out of your coma. And guess what? I’ll split your fuckin’ head open again. ‘Cause I’m fuckin’ stupid. I don’t give a fuck about jail. That’s my business. That’s what I do. And we know what you do, don’t we, Charlie? You fuck people out of money and get away with it. Hey, you fat Irish prick! You put my fuckin' money to sleep! You go get my money, or I'll put your fuckin' brain to sleep

[Verse]
I be that player from the West
Cock it, loaded, to your chest, hit
Patient, keep the Wes' out
Knock you at your best
Paranoid; my mind is facts bitch
I don't need that sass
With the bustas, I don't stress
I let my trigger finger flex
Say- say it playa can you feel it?
Now I'm feelin' damn [?]
Rippin' and dippin' these hoes up
In silence, gettin' my flow up
Only thang, "Little" by my name
List my patients, I'm erasin'
Nice and patient, [?] cold conversation
Shot, flow, cut, patience
Face the world, domination
Let it burn to the ground
Follow me, the planet's motions
Chain make a fuckin' stain mayne, 2-11 mainstay
Stick the fucking game up, the bullshit is [?] my anger