Make Me Feel

[Intro: Krondon]
You already know
Strong Arm Steady
S.A.S
Size Ain't Shit
Sock A Sucka
It's all the same
Let's go!

[Verse 1: Krondon]
She's always around, yes, by my side
Right in the stash, police can't find
I cruise the hood, her on my lap
She looks so good in her g-strap
I ain't paranoid, I'm just prepared for them killers
I go to church 'cause I'm scared what I'ma do to them niggas
Ain't simple, though
South Central streets where a military mental
And a black MAC-11 is essential
Electrifying, niggas run like mountain lions
Young timer and I aim with a Lyman
(Kron', go on, testify)
In '95 I kept a Glock nine to keep me safe, it kept jamming like Jamaicans
To avoid the state pen, you should avoid confrontation
Your kind ain't designed for time
Shotgun Sharlamane, home girl a hundred drum
Always answers the question "Where you from?"
The Lord says "Hold your tongue" but God I can't turn the cheek
This chick's troublesome, known to make a nigga leak
Tryna play me for weak
I preach peace but keep a hungry pack of wolves hunting ready to eat

[Chorus: Jelly Roll]
I'm gonna run with you, baby
No matter what it cost me
When I squeeze down with all my might
You help get them bodies off me
(I love it when shoot them shells)
Oh, I might be a little crazy
(I love the way you make me feel)
I love the way you make me feel

[Verse 2: Phil Da Agony]
Tell me, what the fuck you feeling like 'cause all my niggas get hype
I gotta calm my niggas down, you got to value your life
And stop threatening mine, niggas be walking the fine line
Until they get blind with the nine's shine
I'ma time mine perfectly, surprise, anniversary
The heat'll blast metal into Mercury
See, I'ma ride with you, I keep you in the car with me
I put you off safety, tuck you right up under the seat
Shoot shells, turn suckas into Elvis Presley
Just another soldier story, Denzel or Wesley
I got the heat by the toilet seat
About to excuse myself from the table where I eat
Godfather shit, pardon me
These niggas hardly a threat
I see right through 'em, transparent, ain't nothing left
We the realest it get, Strong Arm with a fist
I give a squeeze to my main squeeze, inserting the clip

[Chorus: Jelly Roll]
I'm gonna run with you, baby
No matter what it cost me
When I squeeze down with all my might
You help get them bodies off me
(I love it when you shoot them shells)
Oh, I might be a little crazy
(I love the way you make me feel)
I love the way you make me feel

[Verse 3: Mitchy Slick]
You was just .22 when I felt the infatuation
I dont know if the big homie was hating
But I can't see why it took so much persuasion
But once I knocked you, the sets rep for riding started escalating
Ménage à trois, fucking up the other crews
Shooting up their vessel if they came through and didn't say "Suwoo"
The stupid shit that only little niggas do
That didn't start happening until I got acquainted with you
How we put hot shit in their muscle tissue
How you pushed me to deal with these South East issues
I don't know how you do it without embalming fluid
But I got berserko, feels so powerful
What you think the cross towns are sour for?
You back 'em up when they try to assassinate so now I'm blown
But you've grown to a Sig Sauer now though
Pull up, one shot, peel a nigga, .44

[Chorus: Jelly Roll]
I'm gonna run with you, baby
No matter what it cost me
When I squeeze down with all my might
You help get them bodies off me
(I love it when you shoot them shells)
Oh, I might be a little crazy
(I love the way you make me feel)
I love the way you make me feel
I'm gonna run with you, baby
No matter what it cost me
When I squeeze down with all my might
You help get them bodies off me
(I love it when you shoot them shells)
Oh, I might be a little crazy
(I love the way you make me feel)
I love the way you make me feel