Artist: Jay-Z Album: Reasonable Doubt Song: Feelin' It Typed by: OHHLA.com [Chorus] I'm feelin it fill the glass to the top with Moet Feelin it feel the Lex pushin up on the set I'm feelin it through the high that you get from the lye Feelin it if you feel it raise your l in the sky [Verse 1] I keep it realer than most I know your feelin it Cristal's on ice I like to toast I keep on spillin it Bonecrushers I keep real close, I got the skill for this On my back the flyest clothes, lookin ill and shit Transactions illegitimate cause life is still a bitch; and then you die But for now life close your eyes and feel this dick Since diapers had nothin to live for like them lifers but Makin sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher We paid the price the circle of success they turned my mic up I'm bout to hit these niggas with some shit that'll light your life up If every nigga in your clique is rich yo' clique is rugged Nobody will fall cause everyone will be each other's crutches I hope you fools choose to listen I drop jewels bust it These are the rules I follow in my life you gotta love it Jiggy Jigga lookin gully in the joint If y'all niggas ain't talkin 'bout large money what's the point? (Chorus) [Verse 2] Even if it ain't sunny hey I ain't complainin I'm in the rain doing a buck 40 hydroplanin what shorty (Where you disappear son?) Maintainin puttin myself in a position most of these rappers ain't in I'm livin the ill streets blues got you hunger painin Nothin to gain and a whole lot to lose you still singin fool I'm thorough in every boro my name be ringin Warmin it up for the perfect time to hit your brain and Ya Feelin it? to all the girls I bought the girdle to conceal my bricks No doubt they can vouch my life is real as shit 95 south and poppy on the hill and shit And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed wit shit And all the thorough ass niggas that I hustle wit Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit These fake rappers cant really know I'm lovin it ya feelin it (Chorus) - repeat 2X [Verse 3] What y'all ain't heard that nigga Jay hot? The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch I keep it tight for all the nights my momma prayed I'd stop Said she had dreams a sniper hit me with a fatal shot It was nightmares ma Them dreams you say you got, give me the chills But these mills, well they make me hot - y'all don't feel me? Enough to stop the illin right But at the same time these dimes keep me feelin tight I'm so confused; okay I'm gettin weeded now I know I contradicted myself, look I don't need that now It's just once in a blue and it's nothin to do and the tension gets too thick for my sober mind to cut through I get to zonin - me and the chick on the L and then we're bonin I freed my mind, sometimes I here myself moanin Take one more toke then I leave that weed alone man It got me goin shit (Chorus) - repeat 3X