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I Can Feel It Mn Sometimes, sometimes you just know, you just know, that's all Hook: (I can feel [bad word] #39; in the air tonight, hold onnnn I've been waitin for this moment for all my life Hold onnn, hold onnnnnn) The best of y'all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger When it was hunger that stopped the [bad word] from goin' under And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child Meanwhile, somethin' I gotta show you an I hope you can take it Gonna leave you in the desert, an I hope that you make it Gotta put you on your [bad word] to see what it does to you When you stand up an see that I'm just showin' love to you Other niggas would put a slug through you, over your ends Caps I [bad word] with are real, but hey Those are your friends Its just what you [bad word] #39; sometimes you don't know What you askin' for, did you ask for more? Should the casket door swing here, it is done An thought you was a killer, you swore you'd [bad word] [bad word] died with his gun still up in the holster It [bad word] #39; in the air? yeah it's getting' closer Hook I see life through many shades of grays and blacks I could take that an him 'em with the blazin' tracks When I make that you fake cats have violent dreams Takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams The devil got a hold on me an he won't let go I can feel the lord pullin' but he movin' dead slow Let 'em know that amidst all this confusion Some of us may do the winnin' But we all do the losin' it's just who does the choosin' Easy goin up or down what have you been provin'? Jus that you were [bad word] #39; ground [bad word] seen the [bad word] but never spoke on it An I know that deep down you really don't want it I woulda traded the chance of bein' the child with a father Movin' talent and bein' able to survive when it's harder My balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife That's why I hit these [bad word] #39; streets at night [bad word] on! Hook There's a lotta [bad word] that I let slide, cuz it's outta my hands Lotta niggas I let ride, but it's not in my plans An a lot of my mans is not seein' through the fog Families by the [bad word] feedin' them to the morgue Full moon, arooooo, the howlin', errrrrrr An growlin', shhhhhh, an prowlin' Don't know love, can't show love That means you gonna need more love Than on old thug, but hold up, roll up Talkin' out the side of your mouth is What's gonna is what's gonna let niggas know Why you bad in your house, an they lie up to your spouse Told her it was suicide, but you an i Both knew the [bad word] for we'd never die Listen [bad word] if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared, for the mob Cuz you dead up in the fog, an that's your head by the log I can smell it in the air, I can tell when it's there This is [bad word] an we both here Can you feel it? tell me yeah Hook Arf, arf Haha Aroo, arro Whoo, whoo, whoooo