Author Topic: LYRICS: Bugzy - That Feeling (Read 302 times)

mauzip · « **on:** May 23, 2004, 01:06:51 PM »

Bugzy f/ Yukmouth, Big Lurch, TQ, Esenchill & Money B
That Feeling
Bugzy

[Bugzy]
I got that feelin shots rang out
Duck for cover
Automatic bullets smuther your face
Mutherfucker
For the love of ?livin lavage?
Niggas mad at my status
You'z a runna, I'm a gunna type
It's marihuana in my ?? pipe
night, hustlin till my ?? ride
??from the phone booth and the cuts out of side
I got that feelin the niggas is watching me right the second
I'm a creeper
Give me that jack for the cheddar
I'm livin better than I was then
Check my track sheet
I squash some beef to get the cops checkin backstreets
They stress your boy
Always tell me bout my rap sheet
Like I gotta do that time
Fuck em with the set police
They do you dirty
Get them slicin up your leather seat
You and they cut you
You out of luck, they get to pullin heat
That's how it goes when your stuck in the system
Cause they don't give a fuck about the ?91? sickness

[TQ]
I got this feelin that somebody's watchin me
And I just can't seem to get over it
The game done fucked up my mind
So I'm clutchin my nine and don't even know why
When I get that feelin, there ain't no stoppin me
You can't take a man from his money
But somebody always tryin, so niggas keep dyin
And I'm 'bout to lose my mind

[Yukmouth]
Nigga, my momma was a dope fiend, so by the age of fourteen
I'm slangin more fiend by the liquor store, poppin codiene's
Nigga, by no means, what they hittin for
Gettin more green, nigga for gold rings
Money gettin low, makin broke cream
Nigga my whole team be boss hoggin
It cost when a nigga be lost in the midst a boss ballin
Shot callin, all of my niggas be in floss mode
Bitch suckin ya dick under the table
while you eatin waffles at Roscoe's, nigga

[Big Lurch]
There's somethin about this gangsta rhythm, it don't get 'em
Feed you a prizm of hypnotism
My mental is unstable, can I get 'em, givin shots to ya dome
Put you in caskets if you think that you could stop the
Cat that's havin more static than Cindy Lauper
Two year old's runnin the game, nobody gettin softer
?? ?? my shoulder by the next corrupted flosser
If you lose a battle then ya life it's gon' cost ya, uh

[TQ]
I got this feelin that somebody's watchin me
And I just can't seem to get over it
The game done fucked up my mind
So I'm clutchin my nine and don't even know why
When I get that feelin, there ain't no stoppin me
You can't take a man from his money
But somebody always tryin, so niggas keep dyin
And I'm 'bout to lose my mind

[Big Lurch]
Watchin enemies in this game
Them triflin, itchy trigger finger, bright-eyed snipin 'em
Enhanced in my hype and in tums
That is ya kite, flight and wind
You in Atlanta with no one to strap up but ??

[Yukmouth]
Uh, I'm tight, huh
I lay this game down, jump back and kiss myself like I was James Brown
Spin around, hit the splits on the ground then split your muthafuckin crown
Turnin zips into pounds like Phoenix Mitchell, or little Darryl
Shadey as fuck like a big ass sombrero

[Esenchill] (Money B)
All these niggas tryna' hog my fame (what)
Tryna' salt my game, ain't nothin changed, please maintain
You may claim game but fame claims to be whats happenin now
I'm tacklin crowds with mackin styles, see how now niggas actin now
I'm packin miles to capacity, who's taxin me
Nobody but the government, even you haters dubbin it
Lovin it (E, when your shit gon' drop?)
All the while you got your chrome cocked tryna' get my phone blocked

[TQ]
I got this feelin that somebody's watchin me
And I just can't seem to get over it
The game done fucked up my mind
So I'm clutchin my nine and don't even know why
When I get that feelin, there ain't no stoppin me
You can't take a man from his money
But somebody always tryin, so niggas keep dyin
And I'm 'bout to lose my mind

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I suck at typing up lyrics, so if anybody can make corrections... that would be great