No Feelings Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

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Nigga i don't got no feelings 

What the fuck you think this is 

I got no reason to live 

So make your mind up what you want to do 

I make your family be missing you 

Yo dusting you off like dirty fingerprints on evidence 

Battling me you dead like presidents 

I'm fresh like prince jazzy like jeff 

The man just like meth crazy like lep 

Plus jams just like def 

With a pin i'm a king like kurupt 

When i throw a style, you better duck 

And if you don't your ass is out of luck 

Don't fuck with the master if i have to 

Then i blast you, then go to church and see my pastor 

Why you have to be like this, me and the mic's tight 

Like lettuce, lighting the pimps 

This year my son turned six 

If your style's wack then you need to get that shit fixed 

Brothers hittin jersey, my raps hitting harder than bricks 

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I'm iller, willer than your local drug dealer 

Come to my villa, meet the 9-milla 

Letting off, where i stop you getting off 

Make you feel it just like latifah's kiss in set it off 

You want war come on, put on the boxing gloves 

People call me an artist on the canvas cuz i draw blood 

That's what's up with the shit i maneuver 

Hit the losers with a lueger then lay up in aruba 

I'm gonna be rappin till you muthafuckaz 

Get sick of me on the m-i-c 

I'm sicker than ten niggaz with hiv 

Tracey, pack the chico, the freak though 

Holding heats and we're in wall street 

With sloppy joe, you feel me yo? 

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Uh what check it, my name is steven 

I eat mc's for no apparent reason 

Better you if you skeezin, i'm pleasing 

Those who dare, i advise you not to stare 

You be ass out like a flat tire without a spare 

I declare war before i have to even a score 

You got me hot like sand on the shore 

I'm running the floor like a ballerina 

I go back like flavor flav and comb adina 

I get honeys to make you say "you seen her?" 

I'm pregnant but only in my mind 

Hopin my baby rhyme grows to be a triple platinum album 

A felon, using the steel to do crimes 

Smoke so many niggaz they put up no smoking signs 

Charismatic, gasmatic, ballin like madden 

Cream automatic, attractive like a magnet 

Speeding like car racing, cream like carnation 

Burn out my playstation while cats be scarfacing 

Hey old lady sorry's all i can say 

My bills got me looking in pocket books in a different way 

Foxy in the boulevard benzo 

I'm in the back of kurupt's flex truck playin 64 nintendo 

Gettin pealed, skills and it feels 

Raw doggs, raw deals, niggaz either ill, fake, or real 

Penetrates, own the 10's and 38's 

Ridahs and niggaz turn the states and flippin crates 

Get lift like weights, bust and radiates 

Spreading infection, murderous mafia connections 

I want it felt, touch life's villains 

Start drilling, start ampin out 

Hitting them with autos campin out 

With autos innovative, calculative, creative 

Touch a nigga, hectic, with a couple of seconds to bust nigga 

From a distance, i could peep a fuck up 

You want to have but nuttin but cash to get stuck up 

Man i'm diamonds, yo, god is nice 

Hot, never seen cats with so much ice 

I got blocks to get all that's got behind the scenes 

Sellin glocks, tech 9's, 16's and magazines