Feelin the hate lyrics

Artist  : Funk master flex 
Song : Feelin the hate
 
[Funkmaster Flex] 

Murder Inc baby 


[Tah Murdah] 

Y'all motherfuckers know what this shit is 

Take over nigga (gimme that shit man) 

Funk Flex nigga 

Murder Inc nigga 

Tah Murdah, Black Child, CB, O1 

And my nigga Ja Rule 


[Black Child & Tah Murdah] 

Yeah put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we
here 

And it's money and murda all year 

Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you
feel us 

A hundred mill is deep all black we killers 

Nothing but the realer niggaz and we after
skrilla 

So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block
and we blast 

Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't give a
fuck 

This is Flex shit we party reckless you can't
exit 

And all my nillas if you willin to win it like we
in it 

Throw your guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin
the chome tucked 

Spit on some shit and shatted and tear your bones
up 

Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up 

We blow dro in the no-smoking sections 

Toting weapons, smokin sessions 

Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be
pressing on your chest 

When you gasp for breathe minutes away from death


Remorseless, yeah never the less 

When I spit shit'll rip through your leather and
vest 

All my 70's babies on Henny and Haze 

Feel me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade


Killers hate me, niggaz wanna see me in my grave 

Niggaz make me, wanna grab the milly and spray 

I'm a Palm City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull
gutters 

Which means it's still murda motherfucker 


[Chorus: Ronnie Bumps] 

Have you ever had a pussy nigga runnin hiw mouth 

That's a nigga that you kill, let him die down
south 

Get in there, catch the body, spit it and bounce 

I'm druged up of an ounce of dro, I want dough 

And the same niggaz who killed your pops, kill em
all 

Stop, wait, multiply the eight 

Feelin the hate, walls come undone 
 

Pop a killer, copper, this shit has just begun 


[Vita] 

What the fuck, been a menace since volume three 

And I was uhh uhh uhh'nin pussy second coming 

Who the fuck want it wit'cha 

Chrome twenties on a squad of ducks 

Sittin, spittin fifty ya wit me 

Bitch hustle nigga, earn stripes 

Me and Chi-ha gunnin a turnpike, turn right 

Hit that brickball, hardcore, platinum dog 

I get in ya, fuckin stage ya, it's murda 


[O1] 

Fuck y'all I'm hundry, I need this bread 

I ain't sharin with none of y'all, I'm killin
niggaz instead 

Poppin lead, somebodys gonna wind up dead 

Hard drugs over the edge, I'm over my head 

Y'all niggaz ready to die? 

I'm layin niggaz down flat, you'll be dead in the
sky 

Niggaz ain't built for crime 

Niggaz ain't built for street life, so fuck five
mics 

Fuck pigs, fuck police, murda for life nigga 


[Chorus] 


[Ja Rule] 

Motherfuckers, I'm untearable and I'll piss on
you 

That heat you spit, I spits that too 

Put three in you, match yo name 

It's really the Rule nigga that pops them thangs 

For real it's in my bloodline ready to kill 

Cuz nigga I happen to know you 

It's about time I expose you 

The world over, you frogilent niggaz it's all
over 

Get ready, the hostile murderous take over 

You scared but don't know 

Cuz I like sendin my slugs in excess, and makes
the wet steps 

I mack coldblooded, and bitches I fucked love it 

I'l assasinate your character and think nothing
of it 

I'm a Murderer, niggaz best be valueing life 

Cuz I'm a Murderer, niggaz best be ready to die 

I'm a Murderer, niggaz scared it's all in they
eyes 

Funk Flex, I-N-C, it's murda for life 


[Tah Murdah] 

My nigga BJ 

Ronnie Bumps 

My nigga Pre 

My nigga Dirty 

Funk Flex nigga 

Funk Flex nigga