Artist: Screwed Up Click f/ Bun B Album: The Take Over Song: I Don't Feel Ya Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Yeah, trill nigga music nigga Real nigga music, that's why we don't feel you niggaz Big balling Texas nigga, stand up [Chorus] Nigga you ain't one of the real Lil' daddy you ain't one of the trill, that's why I don't feel ya Nigga you don't want you no deals When it's time to grind you wanna chill, that's why I don't feel ya Nigga, you don't be on them O's Lil' daddy you ain't rolling them fo's, that's why I don't feel ya Nigga, you ain't paid you no dues Lil' daddy you ain't one of the trues, that's why I don't feel ya [Lil' O] Yeah, nigga I don't feel you at all Like a bitch in her draws, trying to feel for some balls It's some'ing funny bout you bro, in fact I feel you the laws You a fish in the water, and I feel like I'm Jaws And I bite a nigga ass, trying to play me for funny If you owe me better pay me my money, before I make it rain dummies Or you dead, on your house on your spouse It's real in the motherfucking South, talking bout Boys kicking down, your god damn do' Yelling everybody, on the god damn flo' Except we want our bread, with our god damn dough Get your ass smoked, like some god damn dro So know when you see me out in public, Lil' O is a felon That won't hesitate to pull out, and put two in your melon If you tell me that you gangsta, better know who you telling Real know real, and I don't feel none of that bullshit you selling cause I know [Chorus] [H.A.W.K.] Mama taught me one thang, use your brain Beware of the niggaz you hang, I sewed the game That's why I ain't gon' never change, and will remain The same, as the first day you met me mayn Now I don't feel none of you niggaz, I'm done with you niggaz Gon' make me pull my gun on you niggaz, I'm warning you niggaz That ain't ain't on that industry shit, you make a hit And fake niggaz jump on dick, naw bitch Real niggaz do real thangs, roll on swangs Stack up change, and smoke a whole bunch of Mary Jane Never will I tell, and communicate or associate With bitch niggaz that's fake, that ain't about getting cake Let me reiterate, or better yet illustrate Facilitate and get it straight, that we ain't got the same traits So don't try to imitate, just sit back and marinate While trill niggaz orchestrate, collaborate and get cake [Chorus] [Bun B] Talking a whole lotta shit, to a G I guarantee ya, you ain't ran across a nigga like me See they done freed Pimp C, so UGK is back in this bitch Riding Lac in this bitch, watching paper stack while swangas clack in this bitch That's a fact in this shit, ain't nothing you can argue bout I fuck around, and pull this semi six on your house Kick in your front do', and start airing you pull you out Put my motherfucking murder game, down and broil your mouth Back to the slab, then back to the hood Back to the back of the projects, back to acting no good Diamonds up against the wood, wood grain up in the Caddy Candy skating on them swangas, while smoking on a fatty UGK and S.U.C., it's H.A.W.K. Bun and Lil' O Representing the South, and the trill that's for real though Don't make me hit your pussy ass, where it hurt You never wore a "Free Pimp C" shirt, so fuck nigga I don't feel ya [Chorus]