Feelin The Hate Lyrics - The Mix Tape, Vol. 4: 60 Minutes Of Funk - 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, C.B., 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 Pov 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 his 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 out, get on one 

Proper, killer, copper, shit has just begun 

[C.B.] 

What, what.. 

What the fuck, been a menace since +Volume III+ 

When I was un un un'nin, pussy second coming 

Who the fuck what want it wit'cha 

Chrome twenties on a squad of ducks 

Sittin spittin fifty get 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, fuck a stage, ya murderer kill these bars 

[O1] 

As far as the dough go I'm hungry, I need this bread 

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

Poppin lead, somebody's gonna wind up dead 

Hard drugs over the edge, I'm out of 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 

Cause nigga I happen to know you 

It's about time I expose you 

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

Get ready, the hostile murderers take over 

You scared but don't know 

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

I, mack cold blooded and bitches I fucks love it 

I'll asssassinate your character and think nothin of it 

I'm a Murderer, niggaz must not value they life 

Cause 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