Natas - Make Me Feel Better lyrics

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Natas - Make Me Feel Better lyrics

(Chorus x2) I love it when they scream Natas forever But we still smell hatas Whatever shisty n***as, betta get ya sh** togetha Dawg, do sum'n to make me feel betta We 'gon drop Natas back on the block Back bumpin'in ya trunk, back at the spot Runnin' whatever comes in and out Put ya money down on the winnin' winna doubt So tell me, do you wanna be a rich n***a? That Natas stopped on droppin gets bigga Do sum'n to make me feel betta See I'm all about my chedda More deadly than a Anthrax letta Bloody vendeta, twin Beretas A n***a quick to wet 'cha Should I let ya live? Why let 'cha? Leave ya for the door catcha In the ambulance on the stretcha Somebody betta get 'cha Don't check the clock It's time to check the dope spot The block as I serve And even when the cops swervin' b**hes, what up? My gun is up, yo time is up Pay up, stay up, or lay up No way I'ma put the AK up I be like, what? What 'chu say? Huh? What? The way I grew up Ya whold block'll get blew up Even if n***as decide to put they dope and guns up It's always anotha young hustla on the come up Even if n***as decide to put they dope and guns up It's always anotha young hustla on the come up Come up, come up, come up, come up, come up Young hustlas follow my lead To get the dollas ya need Ride with a n***a with a lotta speed I love it when ya hate ya b**h cause I'm her favorite Ya life is a waste kid, I know you wanna trade it k** ya self, suicide that, ya sh**s wack Ya take too much pride in ya raps f** ya talents, f** ya challenge Ain't in this for the battle raps I smack you off balance Wreckless n***a, that's me, the vandal Dawg don't get wacked off by the Soprano I need a vacation I'm sick and tired of n***as hatin' Slugs penetratin' Chop bodies in my basement Nobody knew a k**a stayed next door It was safe when I was out on tour Got by, now you can't walk to the store Love the blood and gore Dump bodies in Belana and watch 'em float to the shore f** the biz Brick bread with my n***as till I'm dead You never shoulda be this real I said Boss of all bosses Takin' no losses Flavorant file when my style flosses Ya can't add up the costs cause it's priceless Godlike, I'm the nicest Hard as hell so heavens yell I'm godlike It ain't a wonder why my day one has loved me nonstop We shake sh** up, it's ugly when we drop Every year annual, another year to read the manual Godlike, means sometimes they just don't understand you Wicked sh** I spit rips through mics so hard We plant seeds in the streets and watch 'em grow large One nation Ahead of time and space and Took this game to a new location Down since D-A-Y O-N-E It's only me Mastamind and TNT 313 We from the D Natas who we be G-O-D-L-I-K-E Esham, that's my name Take aim Say f** the fame Who's to blame? America's in flames Still I fly on full fuel planes Insane sh** Still I fly on full fuel planes Insane sh** b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h (Chorus x2)

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