Featuring e 40 & young kyoz 
Chorus: 
Uuuuugggghhhhh  yeah 
(can u feel it baby?) 
Uuuuugggghhhhh  yeah 
(can u feel it baby?) 
Uuuuugggghhhhh  yeah 
(i want to know) 
Verse 1: young kyoz 
Here i come steppin' 
Tha murder weapon 
Cappin' off safety 
Keep one in tha chamber 
Nigga 
Your life is in danger 
(boyowh!) call me cuz i'm floating cross 
Tha river droppin g shit 
Wit mo' kicks than a steven segal 
(boyaaa!) peep this 
From tha unforgiven mask murderer 
Handcuffing tha m-i-c 
Serving niggaz like miky d's 
Mo' action's than jackson 
U never breath again like toni braxton 
When i'm maxing 
Shooting rhymes like john paxson 
And don't forget 
Tha lights on tha carmera 
So i lick 'em 
Stick 'em 
Did 'em 
Dun 'em 
Get mo' mellow than i trail 'em 
To tha darkside 
And make 'em evacuate wit tha sickness 
Killin' my fatal flow wit tha quickness 
Ugh! 
U really don't wanna see me and my flow 
(u don't wanna see me, u don't wanna see me) cuz i can play it like 
Casper 
Get real 
Then i'm ghost 
All i want to know 
Fool! 
Can u feel it? 
Nigga! 
(can u feel it baby?) 
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah 
(can u feel it baby?) 
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah 
(i want to know) 
(can u feel it baby?) 
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah 
(can u feel it baby?) 
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah 
(i want to know) 
Verse 2: e-40 
Uuhh!/ 
Nigga who tha fuck u talkin to? 
Talkin ya ass muthafucka 
U's got no clue 
I'll be your huckleberry (huckleberry) 
Tha black 
I fill me mildow wit my 
Serial number scratch off must be a throw away 
Muthafuckaz expect me to come soft 
But fool i'm here to stay 
(gunshots) 
Blow, bllaarraah, muthafuckaz, blastmuthafuckaz 
(gunshots end) 
Release tha tec 
No chop to tha bank 
It's hot 
No rock n jock 
U big bullies get turned to semi automactics 
Get too of full ass 
I like tha times wit my social thugs 
Stay away from tha 
Brushing up on my shooting skillz 
Charge of property land 
Aiming at coke bottle and aluminuim can 
Walkin' around this muthafucka wit ya lips 
Closed out 
Fools know wut i'm about 
Muthafuck u! 
(can u feel it baby?) 
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah 
(can u feel it baby?) 
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah 
(i want to know) 
(can u feel it baby?) 
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah 
(can u feel it baby?) 
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah 
(i want to know) 
Verse 3: spice-1 
A whu, a whu 
A 1-2-3 
It's tha muthafuckin' killa 
Bailin' up out tha caddy 
Wit tha inferred up on my milla 
See ya muthafuckin' head up 
Wit this muthafuckin' in his mouth 
Creepin' up in ya fuckin' house 
Leave ya brain on tha couch 
Just some g shit 
From some niggaz 
Who really don't give a fuck 
1990-sick up on this album all u bitches duck 
Bbllaawwhhh! 
Triple gold knack off 
Be holdin my tire on 
Fuckin' wit tha alcohol, tobacco and tha firearm 
My nigga e-4-0 
Double jeff 
And kyoz 
U way off 
Hoes like a fro 
And u gunn stay soft 
That's why i'm pickin' on ya ass 
Ya fony nigga 
East bay gangstaz for life 
Str8 1-8-7 killaz 
Talkin': 
Bbllaawwhh! 
Yeah man 
We just take em got em 
Put tha barrol in they mouth and just bbllaawwhh! 
Man 
Just takin' muthafuckin' grims out they mouth 
Cuz really don't give a fuck 
Bbllaawwh!!!! 
(can u feel it baby?) 
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah 
(can u feel it baby?) 
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah 
(i want to know) 
(can u feel it baby?) 
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah 
(can u feel it baby?) 
Uuuuugggghhhhh, yeah 
(i want to know) 
(chorus to fade)