I Feel Good

[Intro: Z-Ro] Hold up mayne.. You nawmsayin? What up to that boy Pusha T I know you fucking with me mayne, showing you some love back you nawmsayin [Verse 1: Z-Ro] Hold up I feel good, doing this shit for my hood You ain't got to show no love Cause I'm a mothafucking thug And I can buy my own drugs I don't need help So guess what, I'ma help myself Hit the dopeman and buy my sack Hit the weedman and buy my pack Straight like that, never will [?] It's the nigga Ro, I'm holding my dick bone Free my nigga Michael Corleone Let him come home, so he can ride chrome Mayne, let a nigga just go off Going so hard, I never go soft I'm my own boss, I'm the employer Nigga like me, I've payed my lawyer Like Tom Sawyer, keep my [?] up Drink my cup till it's empty then refill it up Nigga fell off but I brought it right back Bet I'd put a hole in your mothafucking head I don't give a fuck about nigga none of y'all If all y'all bumping, I murder everyone of y'all Ain't no thing, like a chicken wing Coming down Fondren, right on Main Maybe Hillcroft, I'ma pop a pill Higher than a mountain top, higher than a hill What the fuck you feel, Houston, Texas No love for plexers, wear my vest to breakfast Always mean, never ever happy How do I get my money? I get it snappy Nigga like Rotha, Relvis, it's Silly D Nigga I don't give a fuck if you ain't feeling me Cause, I represent the Mo Everybody at the barbershop ain't no ho Showing much love, never been a scrub Nigga I'ma crip and my nigga is a blood Straight like that, it ain't no beefing A million mothafucking dollars ho, that's what we seeking And we going get it, then we going split it A bad bad bitch, I bet a hundred I'd hit it Bitch I ain't a ho, never been a trick I'ma tell you one time, raise up off the dick What up Screwed Up Click, that's my fam And the master kush, I got a thousand grams Talking about bags, talking about sacks Screw blue candy paint homie on the back, and the front, and the side, and the doors And leave a nigga frozen He's all outlined in chalk, about to be going To another mothafucking place, cause I put the bullet in his mothafucking face Free my nigga Pharoah, and free my nigga Grace It's the nigga Ro, and my flow is straight laced Slowing my pace, I'ma win the race Nigga like Rother Vandross, I got space I'm talking about outer, Pluto, and Neptune It's the nigga Ro, I ain't the one you wanna step to Out on Mars, fucking yellow stars Plenty yellow brauds, plenty cars Plenty plenty clothes, plenty flows I hit the Chase Bank I got plenty dough Nigga and I bet that, and the candy I'ma wet that Pull out the Calico, beware bitch get that..