Feel Me / If You Real

[Intro]
Manne, pass dat muthafuckin' blunt, my nigga
Shit, you can have this muthafucka, 'cause I'm high as a bird
I'm tell
Pimp n' Playa Squad, nigga, ruuf, ruuf, BLOW
I tell ya
Yeah, right back off ya, nigga
Look behind ya self nigga, open ya eyes
(See what ya see)
Uh-huh, C9C, B
Yeaaaahh bitch
Pimp n' Playa SQUAD
I'm tellin' ya
Yeah, most definetly, bumpin dis shit, fo' da '97
Know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, C9C, B.H.Z., nigga, y'know we back up in it

[Verse 1: Psycho C AKA Mr. King]
Comin' up, Memphis livin'
Peelin' slug, 'cause Psycho wit' it, drillin' holes in that body
Like John Gotti, number one killa
Equipped won't even not slip, when runnin' these screets at night, wit' a full clip
Handlin' my business super tight, keep my frown wit' a fright
How ya bustaz like dat?
You will have to react wit' dat gat
You fuckin' wit' a playa-mac
Who layin' niggas on they back
A flatline, I blowed ya mind, 'cause you layin' dere
Shakin', makin' money, hustlin', strugglin' day by day
Ain't no fakin' in this game, you play it wrong
You'll bow down to my chrome
Wanna floss and trate, cross, playa hate, you won't make it long
Wanna live in this hood, but this hood is understood
To solve the problems that comin' in, lookin' all good
Stay strapped wit' dat gat, thats how we rollin' like dat
Out here in B.H.Z. community we live like ratz
Gotta duck away from shakers and evadors, and ridin' high like 'em elevators

[Verse 2: Devilish T.]
Bitch ass hators, let dat shit come out yo fuckin' mouth
The devilish nigga comin', and I'm gunnin' so be prepared to shout
Catch you at a club, nigga, whats up?
Lets see you talk dat shit
'Cause if you test my skills, nigga, you killed
And I'm audi, bitch, too Blackhaven bound, we sippin' on Crown
While smokin' the pound, thats whats up on this side on town
Don't get in my way, 'cause I fi-zz-cking play
And I'mma go click, and [?] spray
You bitches, you haters just stay outta my way
I stand on my ground, my click is around
A nigga is [?] his town, its time to clown, [?] toes down
And after we finished, we're Blackhaven bound
But as for me I'mma throw hollow [?] I [?] for the KGP
Hollow, SMGs, my nigga KeKe from the LBC, that right he a Crip
So nigga don't trip, he blastin' yo ass wit' da Mossberg, bitch
So if you real, then feel this shit (Feel this shit)

[Phone Call: Psycho C AKA Mr. King & Lil' Red]
Hello?
Psycho!
What's up?
What's up, dawg?
Who this? Red?
Yeah, this Red, dawg
What's up, manne?
Nothin' much
I been waitin' on you at da studio, manne, you gotta come on down
Aw shit, I'm 'bouta come through dat junt now, manne
You on your way?
Yeah, I'm on my way, playa
Dig that
Dig it

[Verse 3: Lil' Red]
That Orange Mound nigga, Funkadelic, cheifa', Pimp-Mac
Cap peela, real ass nigga, money hungry go-getta', wig splitter
Shit, I ain't fake, nigga, throat snatcher
Old school nigga, invasion of da fuckin' body snatcher
Who wants to talk some gangsta shit? We smoke on quarters (Nigga)
Cheif on light green weed, blow smoke [?] like Houdini
So punkass niggas won't see us, they can't fade real G'z (Real G'z, nigga)
'Cause 9 times outta 10, yeah, them bustaz, they can't just see me
So recognize, this shit the south, bitch, just [finna?]
Lil' Red, Lil' Sizz, and Psycho C, yeah, you know we got [?] dank
We in a daze-uh, I'm smokin', my nigga, my high as a muthafucka
Jitt, can I cope? I feel like a junkie

[Bridge: Psycho C AKA Mr. King]
If you niggas real, tell me that you feel me
If you niggas real, holler, tell me that you feel me
If you niggas real, tell me that you can feel me
If you niggas real, holler, tell me that you feel me

[Verse 4: St. Ides]
Nigga, you got some anna, how you gonna handle this shit?
Cloud 9 Click and St. Ides, bitch
Breakin' these hoes off proper
Layin' these busta ass niggas off in a ditch, bitch
Nigga, can you feel me? Niggas so fuckin' trill, see?
Take you to yo stash, how the fuck you niggas gon' peel me? (Bitch)
Nigga, you tryna play so hard, 'cause you [?]
But, nigga gon' pull yo card, and take yo head off wit' dat steel
Don't run, you caught up on the wrong side of town
The south gon' take you under, and you constantly wondering how (How?)
Never trust a nigga that you barely even fuckin' know
Nigga, I got you covered, I'mma sneak up though yo fuckin' window
Then I blast at, where the stash at (Where the stash at, bitch?)
[?] ([?] come on down)
Get you fo' yo cash, I'm out da do', and blast, BOOM