No Feelings lyrics

Chorus 2X:
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

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?

Chorus:

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

Kurupt:
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
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