Sean Price - The Feeling lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price] Black Dynamite, We throw China White A mother f**ing nightmare to a naivete Licensed to k**, get the f** from around me Jim Brown mustache, fro like Roundtree Surround Sound, My eight track is Delfonic Layed back like a n***a just inhaled chronic My arms washed, fresh Vines Never dim in the booth, I make fresh rhymes Black Power, Smack Cowards Time to get ill, Give me a half an hour Above the law, no city cop Too cool for that sh**, Peep the Diddy Bop Bullhorn and Cream Corn, The team's strong Square peg, I flair leg, my jeans on Who k**ed my brother? (You?) I think you did it (Uhhuhh) I don't kick a**, I put my ankle in it (P!) [Verse 2: Buckshot] Ugh, Shots will blind ya sight I'm that kind you'll like In these streets, otherwise known as Black Dy-no-mite Tick tick tick tick boom, When I come through the room Dirty Harry .44 Mag in my hand, Come feel this soon Who you think you are? I'mma ghetto superstar And I got chicks on the strip wishing they knew my car Cocaine, Mace, and Speed Heroin, Dope, and Weed When I come through everybody duck, why? They know it's me Shotgun blast go off, Cops don't pa** that off In my hood everybody ball, but ain't no basketball We just sit and pray, Dynamite come our way Set that they, show off, How? We don't play Roundhouse and kicks, Fists pile through lips Listen, Ain't gotta good reason I'm just down to flip