, ha! (Can you, feel me?) Can ya feel me, nigga?!? Can ya feel me, nigga?!? (Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux) It's Bumpy Knux, nigga what? Come on! (Can you, can
those dissin decisions Watch what you say The vengeance of bullets will hit you some day Watch where you go Don't be caught slippin at places you don't
grace the games locked Retime on proof my taste, y'all can't see me Crab niggaz can't be me Broke bitches regardless y'all can't G me It ain't easy [
up And then he cleaned up Sharper than a sword He don't run You can't fuck with the number one son He said now everybody needs A little vengeance And
made When I aired family business, how you put me in my place Even my baby mama, I can't look you in the face 'Cause I can't do enough, you a symbol
following wherever you go Undercover eyes Search to find the key to alibis Living in a hideaway, you can't hide You can never get away They'll find you
, sizzled, snap - and yet stronger than before The tears of compassion, causing me to curl on the floor Reaching out from within yet not reaching, yet reaching Knowing the end long before you get
can serve God, just repent and you will see As the destruction comes, you'll praise, instead of in horror scream Cause, you can't stop it, no won't
Pardon, me as I keep on starting, mo' shit Feel the wrath with these raw hits from Math You don't stand a chance, you can't top it we too advance [Verse
the nigga That's talking down, don't really want me to get an attitude I'm slapping haters up out the niggas, that think of my trigger Won't be getting
I gotta get my soul right, uhh I gotta get these devils out my life, uhh These cowards gonna make a nigga right, uhh They won't be happy 'til somebody
broke up, now I ran out of luck But I know you grow stronger when the going gets tough Hope I made you proud, hope you didn't worry too much about my
the games locked Retime on proof my taste, y'all can't see me Crab niggaz can't be me Broke bitches regardless y'all can't G me It ain't easy [Chorus
you go Undercover eyes Search to find the key to alibis Living in a hideaway You can't hide You can never get away They'll find you Be aware of strangers
Miami Vice) (... Pusha Spit This Shit For Ya'll...Here We Go) [Pusha T:] Youngun don't make my cells rise, I shoot you out ya chuckers Pusha hear
vengeance I keep it movin', I'm just gearin' up my engine You don't know Chiddy, and you don't gotta mention I'm inchin', Prime Minister shit, Winston
blast my exercise won't be televised Due to the rise of spirits or my transparent perseverance Fuck a publishers clearance, Gatekeep's runnin interference Yo, you can