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Now I Feel Ya Lyrics - The World Is Yours - Scarface

...it's a new day... ya know what i'm sayin'? 

 

A new day brings a new problem to a brother 

And all i gots ta say is thank god for my mother 

Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke 

Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope 

The lord he had a plan for me 

And with his help my mother made a man of me 

Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in 

Taught me how to save my little dividends 

So when i graduated i'd have a little school money 

But in the sixth grade i wanted to be the school dummy 

And flunked outta school with the flag pole 

And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul 

Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone 

Cause we was alone, and me i bought a death home 

My real pops he broke out with the style 

So i respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child 

So now we livin' comftable 

Taught me the game and how to be responsible 

But back then i couldn't see it 

I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin' 

And ended up in a big fight 

And told me not to come home until i got my shit right 

So now i'm livin' in my grandma's home 

My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own 

And keepin' me ain't no big deal 

But now that i'm much older i see just how the shit feels 

Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no 

Even though my grandfather just had a stroke 

And now the money's low 

And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go 

Or either try to find a job so i can help out 

I'm in the ghetto, i gots ta get myself out 

And when i get out i gotta try to pave the way 

So my family can have a better place to stay 

I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short 

I can't cope, so now i'm slangin' dope 

And now my granny knows i'm doin' wrong 

She just prayin' for me heavily 

Take care of her grandson 

And the lord must of heard her prayer 

Cause he made me get a grip 

And got me on up outta there 

I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya 

 

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You couldn't have told me nothin' back then 

But now i feel ya... 

 

I'm eighteen, and now i'm havin' big fun 

My baby's mother just had my first son 

May eleven, i never will forget the day 

A star's born, let's name him little scarface 

My first born and yo i'm a proud father 

I gotta son, i gots ta be my son's father 

And sellin dope ain't the way that i can get ahead 

But what the hell, i gots ta keep my baby fed 

I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part 

And he's my son, i gots ta try to make him hard 

I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys 

Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy 

And i don't want my son to look at life 

Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like 

But yet and still i let my son be a kid 

Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did 

So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate 

The game i gave him way back when he used to roller skate 

And now my son is four years old 

I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role 

Because these years he'll remember most 

So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close 

But i got a buncha obstacles 

If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle 

Now everybody's got my baby 

Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy 

"it's your daughter, don't she look like you?" 

I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do 

Because my mother knows the real deal 

All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal 

So now we in and outta cope 

Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support 

Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me 

Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g 

Come to find out, the girl never had me 

She's the baby's mother but me i ain't the baby's daddy 

And biological tests can prove 

You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude 

But now i finally got a real daughter 

No need for the testin' 

I know that i'm the baby's father 

I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya 

You couldn't have told me nothin' back then 

But now i feel ya... 

 

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I feel ya... 

 

Now i'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life 

It's nineteen ninety-three, i put away my pocket knife 

And got a bigger stick to fight with 

I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick 

Because we livin' in a concentration set 

And everyday, we face to face with death 

I seen my homies go and come 

And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from 

So i know my number's comin' up 

So i gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up 

And even though i hate killin' off my own kind 

I gotta be a man and as a man i'm a defend mine 

My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace 

Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast 

So united we stand but we gonna fall quick 

Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit 

And the cops is in the same vote 

Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope 

They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods 

They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood 

And now the story's all twisted up 

And if they gave the cop the chair 

I really wouldn't give a fuck 

Because she left my partner's family with memories 

And after hearin' this i know you don't remember me 

But yet in still i find it hard for me to stay in touch 

I see his parents and then i started breakin' up 

Because i know what you did was wrong 

But you won't realize until you dead and gone 

It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning 

You straight up shot him from behind 

But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back 

You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act 

But you gotta tell your story to the judge 

Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves 

And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness 

Then in reality you took care of your business 

But regardless i know you wanna kill me 

But i ain't goin' out like dat 

 

Ya feel me? 

 

...yeah 

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