Feel My Nature Rize – Baby Jail – letras

Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyesWaitin’ in your back seat, catch you by surpriseSituations and circumstances make you take them dangerous chancesLeave you in your front seat with your neck slit, then I’m hittin’ fencesNow I’ma talk about the same dirty situationShit you hatin’, that’s why your casket is waitin’Shine your ass up like a triple gold DaytonWhen I’m in your town you better cut like Walter PaytonStudio man keep tapin’, I got that bitch, she peratratin’Show your whole family, leave you on your front porch hangin’With a note that’s saying: ‘sincerely, Swartzaniggaz’Put your hands in your pocket, give it upI demand I need my tweed, potent refer, manBandstandin’ with the hand cannonSplit my face, muthafucka, gimme your scrillAnd that Rolex in your hand, understand?Yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise(Swartzaniggaz):I can feel my nature riseStarin’ at the marks that I despiseThrough evil eyes, high style thoughts turn homicidesYou gots to die, for tryna ride and get meGot some off, but none of them hit meNow on a payback tip, with a patched black maskOn the grass with a 50 caliber weaponHangin’ up over the door of the Chev and causin’ slaughterSid’s Malt Liquor be that motive when I be loaded off that waterSaw the situation heavy rollin’Shotgun and a Chevy that’s stolenStrapped up and ready in case these niggas wanna get deadlyWe can go there, I know there’s a place for busta niggas like ya’llBut I heard it’s pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fallToo late for that 911 call, this murder’s already in progressHome invasions like Asian got me obsessed like a Vietnam vetAs I kick through the front door, blastin’And Lynch kicked down the backOperation: Peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda already had your gats loadedCuz it ain’t no tellin’ when we comin’Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin’ with the engine stillrunnin’Cuz real killers make them real quick get awaysSpray the whole place and skirtAs quick as we can, we does our dirtWhoever gets hurt, that’s businessSo please don’t take this personalIt’s just that murder’s in my natureSo four years now, that’s what I’ve been searchin’ forCuz doin’ dirt grows old when it’s the same old thingThat’s why I try to take my murders to the highest extremeMake everybody scream, open up some spleensStill hearin’ the blood spillin’It’s just a little dream that I be havin’Man, I love killin'(Brotha Lynch):I got a hard dick for killin’Southside villainProtect your wife and your childrenFeel my nature rise(Swartzaniggaz):Not quite knowin’ about this nigga?Check your metro sectionsThen cross reference murders by streets and datesAnd how many times niggas’ hoes’ got rapedMr. No Prints, the reason one time runs out of yellow tapeFuckin’ with a half deck, havin’ niggas on hushSmokin’ a bowl that I re-dustOpen up your chest when I bustSo suit up, cuz it’s kill a nigga nightAin’t no tellin’ when Triple 6 gets to shootin’ upMovin’ up your death date, with a Tre-8 specialIt’s way too late to wrestle, as I nestle the sword stoppersSplit your ass open like pinataLoadin’ up like a RotweilerLining up like Tyson snortin’ cocaine powderPure dank sniffer, some like a lot of fluid, but I beg to differOne wiff of that shit and I’m on cloud nineNigga, don’t trip if you ain’t got no nutsCuz I brought mine all buffed and shinedUntouchable when I’m fuckin’ full of that nitrate wineThat’s when I bust on nineteen times and upCuz I’m nuts, goin’ out my mindFew, there’s no luck, you fucked for life, for sho’Get your ass up on the floorTryin’ to catch me at that lateral, slippin’By my lonesome, but I’m on some, so who wants some?Fresh out the gates, ain’t no room to make mistakesTry to make my tapes, but I feel the hoe hateTuck my dick inside in the O-8Must of been the way the clip mate with the .45No body, no caseTaste the meat, can’t wait to eatKeep the street dirty, keep sturdy in your face(Swartzaniggaz):Ya’ll niggas don’t wanna feel my nature riseCuz I get dirty, shoot up shit with my Clint EastwoodLeave your neighborhood lookin’ like a ghost town, niggaYou standin’ on dangerous groundsWhen we come to Sac, better have your automatics on loaded statusCuz me and my niggas be on the savage, leavin’ no printsNot givin’ ya’ll niggas a inch, cuz I’ma lynch youFry your guts like SizzilineHave your homie reminiscing’ about your gangsta leanNigga, it ain’t no fuckin’ with my cliqueYou can dial 911, but it ain’t no rescueMan, I hope the dear Lord bless youNext to this nigga, ain’t no one’s nuts biggerClutch your guts nigga, fuckin’ with this SwartzaniggaCuz I done lost it, taggin’ niggas like a pit bull with rabiesGone off 40 ounces of O.E.Creepin’ up on you, like doin’ my Magnum P.I.Lazy Eye with Lil’ Blacc MileSmokin’ a hard dick for killin’